This is a song about "I hate boosters"

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Its the things that i hate

So i feel hate in my heart

See, where i come from is hard

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

I hate your fucking guts.

I hate the condescending

Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating

How can i really hate her?

Something worth dying for

Even though the sky is turning green,i hate losin' n i hate crying in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

There ain't no telling

I hate the condescending

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

The realism i see inside you is fake / (so you hate)