This is a song about "This song about the hate"

'til it's like a mile long

This is the end of my fucking song

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I write this song to light the

You bitch'll need a tampon by the end of this little song

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

Let em marinate, you forever late

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

Haven't seen a girl in so long

You're listening to this song

That the perched people will reciprocate this bitter hate/

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape