This is a song about "I hate stuff"

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Wish i could stuff all you

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

I got 20/20 vision so this stuff i'll make it clear,

I deserve cheers how i rap tour every year

I hate it and i hate you,

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

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

I started smoking for gatherings stuff involving tribes,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

And i hate the chilly weather

She should have invited her

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight