This is a song about "I hate stuff"

Ships that sail to distant places

I got glasses to see stuff,

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

I got a lot of stuff on my plate,

I don't mind if you niggas hate

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

I started smoking for gatherings stuff involving tribes,

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

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

I'm dreaming to be great

Its the things that i hate

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

I hate it and i hate you,