This is a song about "I hate music"

I got bars for days i should sign to good music

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

I make my own music, i even produce,

Only thing he has is his music, pac in his ear telling him "they finna hate"

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

She self made, i'm self made

Its the things that i hate

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

We in the big thingseat a dick man

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

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

Everyday i hate, i loath,

I gotta teach hoes