This is a song about "I hate diamonds"

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Its the things that i hate

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

I'm a bad motherfucker

I hate you and your mother,

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

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

Castle and crooks sweater

And i hate the chilly weather

Here i go again, falling in love

Champagne no chain no diamonds

How can i really hate her?

But shawty know i'm a rapper