This is a song about "I fucking hate my mom"

Or closed casket for our troubles

I hate your fucking guts.

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

I dont need to rhyme to this beat to say i hate you all the fucking time

I fucking hate the way that these rappers, they play the game,

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do

I got up to give my mom a goodnight kiss.

I am olubowale, the answer to this

So i feel hate in my heart

They don't hear the bark

So much shit on my mind i fucking hate it

The next day you is everybody target