This is a song about "I hate the islamists"

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

I dont sweat the hate, my sickness is ridiculous

The realism i see inside you is fake / (so you hate)

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Then get out your seat and jump around

Well don't fake the music, cos i hate the sound

Flapjack, ooh he bring

I hate the condescending

When the club gets played

Its the things that i hate

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

I fucking hate the way that these rappers, they play the game,

I hate to break the racist hate up to ya, but i'm beaten up,

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut