This is a song about "I hate shariyah"

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

These chains are restraints from this cage that i hate,

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

Quickly moved to chi-town, a place that i grew to hate

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

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

I hate bein' trollin' freakin' n fallin'. i hate you preachin' meanie and moanin'

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

Since age eight i was filled with this venomous hate

Well, that's what you are

I hate being sober

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

The realism i see inside you is fake / (so you hate)