This is a song about "My hatred for gio"

Maybe it's hatred i spew, maybe it's food for the spirit

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Got their claims and fame but were chased by hatred flames

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

A blatant case of weighted hatred,

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Here you are, justifying hatred, spiritually wrong,

I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long

Said "why you acting pure as nixon?", she said "you had no permission

All this hatred is one big collision, im in my own division, my mission,

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred i had

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

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

Just to attain the freedom status to everyone with hatred

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit