This is a song about "I hate sara"

Don't fuck around and make it true

I hate it and i hate you,

Hate me so i can wright,

Me and you i think we should ride

And i hate the chilly weather

The plight of a rapper or whatever

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

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

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

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

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Fuck her screamin i hate cha

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

I hate all yall, i hate law and hate the great lakes