This is a song about "I hate blood"

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

I hate it and i hate you,

I hate your fucking guts.

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

I thought i recognized her

I hate you and your mother,

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

Our vision never changed, we self made

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

911 and osama, i fight with love instead of hate,

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Get high together, left ny together

And i hate the chilly weather