This is a song about "How i hate my enimey"

I felt hate and ugliness leaving my body along with despair.

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

So much shit on my mind i fucking hate it

Haters hate and i wave my hand like i'm fucking imperious

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Never ending thoughts of how my taunts and how i haunted you

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

How i destroy anybody with my flow

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

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

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

When you're hearing i my lines, i know you hate them

Gotta see how i can break my limitation/

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been