This is a song about "Selflove hatred"

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I told him, "don't submit to bigotry, the hatred it sparks",

Arguing into the night, hatred at the sight,

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

Hatred towards myself, tryna put an end towards all these flaws/

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

It's useless see, nobody listens to the hatred you spew

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

But now my rage and anger builds up with hatred

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred i had

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

Just to attain the freedom status to everyone with hatred

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit