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

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Gotta push away all the cries and hate

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

I dont need to rhyme to this beat to say i hate you all the fucking time

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

The people in this world they don't love they hate

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

Fucking all night nigga we ain't celibate

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

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

All the good times and all times we said i love you

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate