This is a song about "This aint the topic i hate you"

You loved me severely , this unholy love made me hate you i mean it so sincerely

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Its the things that i hate

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

Y'all wonder why i got this rage and all this hate for the man,

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

//the flow on this verse switches to a different flow and topic

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

So i thank you, but i hate #you, and if i had the chance id forsake you/

And i aint plan this nigga i aint plan shit nigga

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

But it aint wrong, so why the hate

I feel good, i look great

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

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