This is a song about "I hate you cassidy"

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

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

I rob it like i'm butch cassidy, so wack emcees packed in factories,

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

To be honest, i hate you, with a burning passion.

Just kidding i hate pretty much everything but you

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

I hate you and your mother,

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

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

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

I hate the way you can do everything you please

And i know - there'll never be peace