This is a song about "Love hate depression bullies"

I feel my work ain't enough

Conceived in hate yet taught to love

Hoping that nobody don't notice

The first three words she read were "i hate love"

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Its irony that haters love to hate me,

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

That the world's in great depression

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

I love the money but i hate the cheese

I hate my design but roll with the love

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because