This is a song about "I hate reaction channels"

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

I hate it and i hate you,

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

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

My talent should take me places i've never been

When my crimes causes such a reaction

My records sell, yes sir

And i hate the chilly weather

Im washin off another plate

Its the things that i hate

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

City national bank evolve into shape

But he don't rule a thing

I hate the condescending

I said it before i know you're reaction before you have it

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit