This is a song about "I hate isis"

And i ain't frontin for her

I hate being sober

Raise my name, but i hate the fame

You're not usin' your brain

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Its the things that i hate

I hate your fucking guts.

As she goes through the levels

I hate the condescending

Ay, there ain't no telling

How can i really hate her?

Yeah, right, get over here faster

Beautiful are thou, africa

Fuck her screamin i hate cha