This is a song about "This class is so boring i hate it so much"

So y'all can cope n' touch

I would freak out so much

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

The realism i see inside you is fake / (so you hate)

So much hate in just one bar

The engine in back of my car

So much shit is happening today i can't take it

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

I can't think straight , i'm filled with so much hate.

I got so much dirt on him, so easy to get this hoe muddy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

So much shit on my mind i fucking hate it

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

My dough in flipmode, what up to busta rhymes