This is a song about "I hate jobandeep"

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

I gotta teach hoes

Everyday i hate, i loath,

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

And i hate the chilly weather

How can i really hate her?

Get your paper, see you later

Kicks new, my denim, raw

Fuck her screamin i hate cha

I hate you and your mother,

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her