This is a song about "How i hate you"

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

I fucking hate you, listen to my rap while i rape you

Your mother should have swallowed you your a disgrace, you the things that i hate

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

So i know how you feel

I only roll with the real

Well how about i murder you

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

Just kidding i hate pretty much everything but you

I hate you punk, in my mind you suck

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

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

How can i really hate her?

Yeah, ready for whatever