This is a song about "Not afraid hate rapgod"

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

God told two one eight, not to fill my mind with hate, but hey god its to late,

He is here, i'm not afraid,

J. cole runnin' late

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Words not knowing a word you said. let bygones be bygones, have alotta hate

Every playa's got a hater, but y'all should hate the game not the player.

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Coz i'm not afraid to face what i have to,

Can't you see that's not me and i"d hate to begin/

Riding around without a fuck given

In him i'm not afraid!

Guess i'm self made

I'm not afraid no more

What is hittin' for