This is a song about "Love hate depression bullies"

Skill pays the bills, love rap hate them pills,

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

I love and hate this world, this goes out to ma pops

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Eventually leading you to depression

And god himself, bringing in the love and taking away the hate

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Right flows down and they might go nice

I love the money but i hate the cheese

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

But still is that a reason to hate that it's the same love,

My father i will always love/ i was a damn kid , i hate my mother

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for