This is a song about "I hate finley"

Where every recipient, property of the state

Since age eight i was filled with this venomous hate

These chains are restraints from this cage that i hate,

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Swear i'm trying to get through

I hate it and i hate you,

And i hate the chilly weather

As i end this letter

Your feedback ain't flexing

I hate the condescending

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

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

I feel good, i look great

Its the things that i hate