This is a song about "I hate rappers"

I got a lot of manners

I shoot seeds at rappers

Everyday i hate, i loath,

Every night i stroke hoes

Our nation have to bow, africa

Fuck her screamin i hate cha

Hate me so i can wright,

At your best you might

Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating

I hate the condescending

Its the things that i hate

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

I hate it and i hate you,

I call em up, they might fall through

I'm gettin discouraged with her

And i hate the chilly weather