This is a song about "I hate it"

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

When your talking about how you made it, i hate it

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

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

I hate the emotion that people describe as love, it fucks with your mind,

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

I hate it when they card asians

She likes the way it hits her lips

And i hate it, i wish it wasn't fated

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid