This is a song about "I hate when you hate"

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Im sorry, i know you hate when im high

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

I hate when she bleed too cause i'm a crip,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

And when that 16th minute comes then i won't hate myself

I hope you read this letter, even though you hate me now,

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

I hate you queers and some drags

Living out of bags

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Don't you hate it when you forget to wash your skin suit

I hate that i feel bad when u dont reply

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die