This is a song about "Purest strain of hate"

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

If show weakness towards the slightest bit of hate

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

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

Because right now i'm a walking pile of hate,

The proverbial lemonade that i made

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

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

U wreak of absurd hate

That is what you will get for all of the hate

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

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

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate