This is a song about "My hate for boys at bars"

No room for love, just consumed by hate

I can tell you that this tape

My bars will be coming at you like missiles,i'm the professional, it's official,

I'ma rap deep you just talk burble i shot ma fiend off of me which instead made me much dull

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

So these are my real diss bars, now come at me cunt

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

The death of my father is the reason for my hate...

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

Simply out of this world by choice

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

The death of my father , is the reason for my hate.

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundry mat, i got your back