This is a song about "They hate game"

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

So bad they think im hacking the game

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

They may not like it, but they ain’t gonna hate

Cause they don't hear the shit im saying hunger

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

The game is fucked, i'd hate to bust it up but that's philosophy,

I rhyme great, many wannabe's be like they runnin' the game.

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

They ponder suicide today, and hate the past

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand