This is a song about "I hate it"

I hate your fucking guts.

Or closed casket for our troubles

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

I'm the only nigga waiting on some action, i hate it,

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Everyday i hate, i loath,

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that