This is a song about "I hate nydelig"

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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

I hate bein' trollin' freakin' n fallin'. i hate you preachin' meanie and moanin'

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Since age eight i was filled with this venomous hate

So i feel hate in my heart

Hope all over again, we can start

And i hate the chilly weather

I'd rather do business than pleasure