This is a song about "Purest strain of hate"

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

Never let the game play youand for the fame

I live my life in tha fast lane

This life has just become a strain,

I'm dreaming to be great

Here the dealers of hate await

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Jerking so hard, i'm gonna get a strain

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

Cause it's full of love and can teach hate

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

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

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

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate