This is a song about "I hate thots"

911 and osama, i fight with love instead of hate,

And i could see you coming home after work late

She self made, i'm self made

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

I hate being sober

I'm gettin discouraged with her

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

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

As she goes through the levels

I hate your fucking guts.

Your feedback ain't flexing

I hate the condescending