This is a song about "They hate me"

Its irony that haters love to hate me,

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

They ponder suicide today, and hate the past

I say it’s your world, cole world to be exact

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Never hate me, wishing i could sprawl

Without the sound of guns

I hate it when they card asians

We got money to go get baby

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

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

So while the world goes drake crazy

With such an ugly picture in it and

All this hate y'all talking got me defiant

// [you show me nothing but hate]

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape