This is a song about "I hate gayd"

I hate your fucking guts.

Or closed casket for our troubles

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

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

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

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

She gonna dance when that molly through

I hate it and i hate you,

Everyday i hate, i loath,

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

And i hate the chilly weather

You is not hip then i can not coach her

The science and the art, africa

Fuck her screamin i hate cha

I hate you and your mother,

Of impactful things one can ask for