This is a song about "Let em hate"

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Let em marinate, you forever late

Let em marinate, you forever late

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

I aint gonna kill them off/ imma let em kill themselves

I'll let you kick a verse, bleep it, i'll let you kick em all

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

People always use me and that's coz i let em

And it rules everything around them

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

Let em say i dont care

Day and night are my 'posites rare