This is a song about "Let then hate"

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

And if the chick in my way and hate then the hoe get killed

I hate when thugs die, so i let out a smug cry,

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Then i let the beat ride out like that,

Snapple fact: you rather wack

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

If you hate my music, then i'll hold the court and prosecute ya,

But you really been hella late / ain't ever care i let em hate

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Pick her up and then i'll let her wiggle them ass cheeks

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Then there was nobody else, so i let out a shout

Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out