This is a song about "Purest strain of hate"

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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Fury freights work of hate onto jury's wait

City national bank evolve into shape

Haha lots of hate, chloe

My broad is a trophy

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

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

New york, va, dc, get paid

U wreak of absurd hate

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

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

Our vision never changed, we self made

That is what you will get for all of the hate

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

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