This is a song about "Purest strain of hate"

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

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

No rest for the wicked, or the clean purest of sons

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Fury freights work of hate onto jury's wait

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

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

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

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

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

A filthy cesspool of anger, hate and regrets

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate