This is a song about "Im not trynna hate just create"

Hate bitches, just cause im trying gain riches

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Im not no mamba just mantis,

And maybe cupid won't miss

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

And me im trynna dance with one

When it's all said and done

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Now im not racist, i just say what i say,

Just some fans that respect the shit that i create

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Im a stoner, yeah, but im not a fucking hype, i just smoke weed of any type,

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

I rap about death hate and even fear, i just want to confess create lookin in the mirror,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for