This is a song about "How much i hate brett"

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

Just kidding i hate pretty much everything but you

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Damn i forgot how much money he got

How can i be a prophet with so much imperfection

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Dc has never seen such progress

How much i stabbed and press.

Cant stress on how much i love this stuff.

And i can't help but notice

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

I'm devoted to dissing other rappers to hide how much i suck

I can't think straight , i'm filled with so much hate.

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

I don't even know how much i had been laid, i forgot.