This is a song about "Love hate drugs sex pain pleasure"

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

There's anger, rage, and hate, wish i could sever all the pain,

Pain n drugs leavin our brains to rot

When i'm on it, on it like my job

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

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Its irony that haters love to hate me,

No room for love, just consumed by hate

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Then i said i had enough

Conceived in hate yet taught to love