This is a song about "I hate minda"

I hate you and your mother,

And let them lames get your old number

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

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

How can i really hate her?

It's real dog, i live in the fire

New york, va, dc, get paid

Its the things that i hate

And i hate the chilly weather

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her