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

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

I hate everything that you stand for, it's fake

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Your hairstyle is bad, and i hate it

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

These chains are restraints from this cage that i hate,

And now i see that you were just a fake friend

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

I am not the fake that you see er day

See, i like the person that you are

I hate you and your mother,

I hate the emotion that people describe as love, it fucks with your mind,

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed