This is a song about "I hate fidget spinners"

Fuck her screamin i hate cha

To liberate yourself, africa

I hate being sober

I pipe in and one night her

Shout out my nigga miles

I hate your fucking guts.

And i hate the chilly weather

Yeah, ready for whatever

I hate you and your mother,

I think it excited her

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

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight