This is a song about "Im full of hate"

Everything is just full of shit.

You, you, you have to pay for that

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I know my calling's worth like phone card

My personality is full of criminality

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Belly full of paper bills

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Live from the lamont's rose

Like a line full of hoes

Quit passing all of this hate,

Low income no bills getting paid

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

Im full of generosity, healthy from eating my broccoli,

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy