[Verse One]. Out the gate, four-twenty minutes late. Sorry about the wait, I was in the back posted. Trees got roasted, and I got toasted. The party gon' still get hosted, let's go.
"Hate! It was with this hand that Cain iced his brother.". "Love! These five fingers, they go straight to the soul of man.". . C'mon!. . Love and hate, love and hate.