This is a song about "Purest strain of hate"

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

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

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

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

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

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Im so twisted, its like i sustain a strain/

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

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

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

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

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

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

That is what you will get for all of the hate