This is a song about "You hate me and your fake"

// [you show me nothing but hate]

New york, va, dc, get paid

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Defining hate and harshness, and there's a piece of me in each of you

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

That's your sister, gf, wifey, if you found out i bet you'd hate me

And now i called you out so you might as well quit,and we now your all fake not a word is legit

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

And honestly go ahead and hate cuz you ain't stoppin me/

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Yeah keep laughing, you and your fake-ass friends/

You hate rappad and you dissed us all!

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Can't you see that's not me and i"d hate to begin/