This is a song about "The nigga we all love to hate"

Im washin off another plate

Gotta push away all the cries and hate

In a world that prays for peace, all we preach is hate.

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

But still is that a reason to hate that it's the same love,

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

It's finally time to say be gone to all the hate drawn

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

I love the hate but i aint got no time to savor the flavor

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Its irony that haters love to hate me,

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade