This is a song about "I hate god"

I hate the condescending

But he don't rule a thing

And i hate the chilly weather

As i end this letter

I hate your fucking guts.

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Now i was god sent, handpicked

My records sell, yes sir

I hate being sober

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

Like eminem i feel like a rap god

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

I hate the condescending