This is a song about "I hate this person"

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

These chains are restraints from this cage that i hate,

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

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

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

Since age eight i was filled with this venomous hate

City national bank evolve into shape

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

If i ever seen you in person

Can’t you see just how long my run

Only person i can trust in this world is my chauffeur

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her