This is a song about "Bad tempered bastard"

Red bottoms with the spike work

You gangster acting bastard.

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

You get your ass kicked you ignorant bastard

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Compare me too that bastard pot head

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Leave 'em surrendered and tempered as i win this victory

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Short tempered, at one stage he would abuse his wife so their marriage was in vain

This old bastard will kill me?

It ain't hard to make money

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

I'm the bastard son of a

Is written in our souls, africa