This is a song about "I hate ryan"

You know...you know who you are

And i hate the chilly weather

Guess i’m different than most

Everyday i hate, i loath,

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

A big disappointment i would hate to be

I hate being sober

Two chains, two guns, he bipolar

Just so happens mine they prefer

I hate you and your mother,

Shout out my nigga miles

I hate your fucking guts.

I hate it and i hate you,

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Low income no bills getting paid

Its the things that i hate