This is a song about "I hate stuff"

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

I opened my drawer today and it had all her stuff.

Wish i could stuff all you

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

From fear of the same stuff, i give them the tailor

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

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

Don't fuck around and make it true

I hate it and i hate you,

And i hate the chilly weather

Fuck them, fly together