This is a song about "I hate bulliez"

I hate bein' trollin' freakin' n fallin'. i hate you preachin' meanie and moanin'

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Its the things that i hate

Im washin off another plate

Since age eight i was filled with this venomous hate

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

I hate it and i hate you,

I call em up, they might fall through

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Fuck her screamin i hate cha

Quickly moved to chi-town, a place that i grew to hate

Honey is always the one i'mma call late