This is a song about "Purest strain of hate"

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

The death of my father , is the reason for my hate.

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

The death of my father is the reason for my hate...

Here the dealers of hate await

If i should die before i wake

They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

U wreak of absurd hate

Early adapters agree they all late

That is what you will get for all of the hate

911 and osama, i fight with love instead of hate,

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Let's pretend he never was the victim of racial hate,

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade