This is a song about "Quakers hate slavery"

I hate all yall, i hate law and hate the great lakes

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Quit passing all of this hate,

Talk sharp like a razor blade

My talent should take me places i've never been

We brainwashed into slavery for more corruption

They fasting they won't leave me ate

With a heart full of hate

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Binding us to slavery tools,

Not dissing anyone or showing hate

Early adapters agree they all late

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Because the case plainly states that slavery was just the prequel

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

And these lames will forever hate/