This is a song about "Not afraid hate rapgod"

In him i'm not afraid!

Im washin off another plate

My territory you're making elvis turn gay, hey! and i'm not afraid

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

In him i'm not afraid!

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

They may not like it, but they ain’t gonna hate

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

All the numbness, hate, guilt and anxiety it's not for me.

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

You think im slick? well guess what, im not afraid to slit,