This is a song about "Selflove hatred"

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Portraits of self hatred painted to worship

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

You envy me, from the jealousy your hatred has spread

Its slain, got hatred in my veins

High: that's why they call us planes

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred i had

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

"25 to life" and this hatred of mine

Start whine, my gyal, start whine

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

Once you successful they relentlessly givin you hatred

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit