This is a song about "The hate i have for a chick"

And the truth hurts the birds i knew flip birds lets have a toast for the girls

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Your mother should have swallowed you your a disgrace, you the things that i hate

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundry mat, i got your back

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I hate your whole demeanor, here to end you for good like i'm the grim reaper.

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Walking down a street saw a hot chick

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

Y'all wonder why i got this rage and all this hate for the man,

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

And if the chick in my way and hate then the hoe get killed

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist