This is a song about "I hate mornings"

Redbox flow and i do not date

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

Flapjack, ooh he bring

I hate the condescending

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Man saturday mornings was the best

I hate it and i hate you,

South beach fountain blue

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

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

Its the things that i hate

Talk sharp like a razor blade

I hate your fucking guts.

Shout out my nigga miles