This is a song about "Stop the hate"

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

Trying to get his life together, or what not

And i hate to admit, but they'll never stop hating it

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Use the hate as motivation

And god himself, bringing in the love and taking away the hate

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Im washin off another plate

Dont care about the hate

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Why we keep responding and the same hate

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Here the dealers of hate await