This is a song about "Purest strain of hate"

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

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

They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Fury freights work of hate onto jury's wait

City national bank evolve into shape

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

The first date was great and not full of anger and hate

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

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

Jerking so hard, i'm gonna get a strain

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Nothing good comes out of religion, and yes im gonna hate

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

To make y'all get rid of the endless hate

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid