This is a song about "I hate racism"

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

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Its the things that i hate

Talk sharp like a razor blade

I hate you and your mother,

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

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

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

I am the streets, the future

How can i really hate her?

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

At an extremly alarming rate