This is a song about "I hate layland"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Even though the sky is turning green,i hate losin' n i hate crying in

These shows be packing tight

Hate me so i can wright,

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

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

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan

So i feel hate in my heart

Blasting out some backyard

Quickly moved to chi-town, a place that i grew to hate

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

So we'll just suffer

I hate you and your mother,