This is a song about "How i hate math"

So it leaves me to wonder

I hate you and your mother,

After these, how can i hate that you're confused on who i am; when even more i

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

But i do quite well with all the bait

I'm the sushi king

I hate the condescending

I hate the condescending

Your feedback ain't flexing

I hate being sober

Or something that you paid for

The next day you is everybody target

When your talking about how you made it, i hate it