This is a song about "They hate me"

J. cole runnin' late

// [you show me nothing but hate]

Why is it that you hate me?

But make sure if they do see

Third ward general, young cash money

Its irony that haters love to hate me,

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

Our vision never changed, we self made

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

History showing me the majority will hate me without even knowing me

My lady, my baby

Smashed her to bits, she must hate me...

They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan