This is a song about "I hate ireland"

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

These chains are restraints from this cage that i hate,

Everyday i hate, i loath,

No, no, we are not those

Hate me so i can wright,

New school, old school outside

You'd wish that you were dreamin when i reap and dispell hate

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

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

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state