This is a song about "I hate dt"

I hate you and your mother,

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder

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

Where every recipient, property of the state

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

I hate being sober

Took the van, went snatch her

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Everyday i hate, i loath,

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

I hate your fucking guts.

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

So i feel hate in my heart