This is a song about "I hate miami"

Something worth dying for

I hate you and your mother,

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

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

Raised by a momma who, who

I hate it and i hate you,

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

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Get high together, left ny together

And i hate the chilly weather

Hate me so i can wright,

But you can't hide

Its the things that i hate

Im washin off another plate

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag