This is a song about "Purest strain of hate"

Here the dealers of hate await

Give me dome, then let me skate

That is what you will get for all of the hate

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Cause it's full of love and can teach hate

Im still here but i can't skate

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

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

They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

So dont bite my style and lay on the madness of hate

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Can't complain, smoked some weird shit and i found a new strain.

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Jerking so hard, i'm gonna get a strain