This is a song about "Selfie hate"

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan

You bitches just spit so much hate

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

// [you show me nothing but hate]

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

She self made, i'm self made

Why do people have to hate

Dont care about the hate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

How can i really hate her?

Modu, he's ready for whatever

Guess i'm self made

Its the things that i hate

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

He looks down on her, with no hate