This is a song about "I hate germany and merkel"

And i hate to admit, but they'll never stop hating it

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

And when that 16th minute comes then i won't hate myself

My records sell, yes sir

And i hate the chilly weather

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

I hate bein' trollin' freakin' n fallin'. i hate you preachin' meanie and moanin'

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Say how much i hate everyone, and then you'll know its me?

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Hate is what you release, and thats what i feed