This is a song about "I hate thots"

I hate your fucking guts.

Or closed casket for our troubles

Our vision never changed, we self made

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan

And i hate the chilly weather

Modu, he's ready for whatever

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

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

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

And i could see you coming home after work late