This is a song about "I hate my tacher"

When you're hearing i my lines, i know you hate them

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

My waist with an abused hate with an amused state i should have refused grace

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

I hate it and i hate you,

I understand i'm great here my motherlands in the east so i don't hate fear

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

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

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

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

So much shit on my mind i fucking hate it

Haters hate and i wave my hand like i'm fucking imperious

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

My shit is fluent i use hate as fluid fuel so all my rhyme flows/