This is a song about "I hate love"

But theres one thin line between love and hate

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

But still is that a reason to hate that it's the same love,

She call a nigga too much cause she don't get enough

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

My father i will always love/ i was a damn kid , i hate my mother

But if i lose you now i'll replace love with hate

The proverbial lemonade that i made

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

I hate my design but roll with the love

Mama always told me i’d be famous

The first three words she read were "i hate love"

This love and hate are my arsenal,

Yeah come holla at your uncle

No room for love, just consumed by hate

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate