This is a song about "I hate pop"

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

I hate to pop your bubble but what would reduce you to rubble

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

She self made, i'm self made

I hate the condescending

Bun b, i’m underground king

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

I hate your fucking guts.

As: and while you’re in my mother

How can i really hate her?

I hate it and i hate you,

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

I hate the condescending