This is a song about "Love hate depression bullies"

I feel my work ain't enough

Conceived in hate yet taught to love

911 and osama, i fight with love instead of hate,

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

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

My talent should take me places i've never been

Eventually leading you to depression

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

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Skill pays the bills, love rap hate them pills,

Thinkin' 'bout the bullies and the hate they misdirect,

With all due respect i do respect you enough to expect