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

On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.

Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Stuff i hate to hide, looking at my memories wishing i can go inside

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

Let em marinate, you forever late

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

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

I'm almost done with splitting the track, at twenty-four bars,

No room for love, just consumed by hate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Only psychotic will suffice, chained up my hate for too long

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong