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

Your mother should have swallowed you your a disgrace, you the things that i hate

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Its the things that i hate

New york, va, dc, get paid

Call me crazy maybe, but those were your friends that "hate'' me.

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

I commented hate on that pic 'cause i was mad me.

I hate how people bring up your past/

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

I am not the fake that you see er day

Im that you would go and steal my heart away

I could have destroyed your fake-ass any day/