This is a song about "Pure hate"

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

You poor rhymin', i'm pure diamond, exciting writing not boring typing

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

If you don't know, maybach is the clique

Cuz i'm pure bred and you a mixed breed

Painting a picture of pure imagery.

I just want somebody i can see

My heart must of been opted to perform only pure hate,

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Spitting pure fire, saliva burning like napalm

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose