This is a song about "I hate wal mart"

I hate the condescending

And my only fear's a wedding ring

And my bank account look just like a phone card

They're all a tuna marked in a super mart

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

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

I hate your fucking guts.

Shout out my nigga miles

Never hate me, wishing i could sprawl

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Cause i can’t wait much longer

How can i really hate her?

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

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