This is a song about "Son telling his dad i hate you"

My talent should take me places i've never been

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

I said i'm hurting her

I hate you and your mother,

I forever hate #hypno, escaped his tricks 'n' have since awaken

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

The realism i see inside you is fake / (so you hate)

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

I dont care if you wann hear the story im fucking telling it

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Only thing he has is his music, pac in his ear telling him "they finna hate"

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

If you're dealin' with hardware i feel bad for you, son

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

By the way i walk, and talk, are you in shock mom and dad?