This is a song about "I hate you but i love you"

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

I know i can be a bitch, but i do love you

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

So i thank you, but i hate #you, and if i had the chance id forsake you/

When i get to warwick avenue

I could tell you i love you

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

But if i lose you now i'll replace love with hate

I love the hate but i aint got no time to savor the flavor

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

I hate it and i hate you,

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

But you really been hella late / ain't ever care i let em hate