This is a song about "I hate this person"

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

But i can't go on because i hate this shit

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

Y'all wonder why i got this rage and all this hate for the man,

But i probably would win if i was to verse any person,

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Cause i hate fakes, y'all are raping this motherfucking hip hop shit

Since age eight i was filled with this venomous hate

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Cause i hate fakes, y'all are raping this motherfucking hip hop shit

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Niggas is working forever my bars

I love and hate this world, this goes out to ma pops

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

This is no place for hate