This is a song about "My hate for monique"

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Y’all sing amazing grace, and yet pray hate for gays,

Underground rappers hate us for sellin' out 'cuz we dominant,

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

And i hate myself for being angry at someone so tormented,

This love and hate are my arsenal,

As i light one for ill will

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

I hate everything that you stand for, it's fake

Raise my name, but i hate the fame

They think they bring that pain

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

Blind hate for this worrisome champion

It's shady and that's sketchy, hate for leaders here will never die,

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry