This is a song about "Leah hates rhyming"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Plus the underground hates if your raps ain't a dictionary,

So all the people that hates you, is just jealous of you.

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

No one really hates it

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Because the system really hates us, out or lives it tugs,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

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

My father hates me, this it what it seems to be

Fuck rhyming why battle rap you?

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

But now my target's you. a best friend who hates my relation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin