This is a song about "I hate u dad"

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

I shot my dad in the face

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

I aint scared to merk u

You already are caged

But then dad told me i failed

Its the things that i hate

J. cole runnin' late

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

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

I hate your fucking guts.