This is a song about "I hate scott"

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Even though the sky is turning green,i hate losin' n i hate crying in

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Everyday i hate, i loath,

But let me inspire someone who can

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

I hate it and i hate you,

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

A big disappointment i would hate to be

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money