This is a song about "I hate that your fake"

Its the things that i hate

I feel good, i look great

Or you can do better on some hate shit

Your hairstyle is bad, and i hate it

I hate you and your mother,

Or something that you paid for

Rappers rapping over a dumb beat, i hate that

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Got so much truth in me that i can't fake my plans

I am not the fake that you see er day

I want to feel her in every way

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

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

I could have destroyed your fake-ass any day/