This is a song about "I hate the past"

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

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

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

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

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Sometimes i think, what i need

I hate police so im saving the street!

I hate how people bring up your past/

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

I race to the line, blow past the dust

And bijies like im out and

Even though the sky is turning green,i hate losin' n i hate crying in

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

I cant think about the past cause its got me fucked up,