This is a song about "Bad tempered bastard"

Drunken bastard from a bar

The hotels we staying in twelve star

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Cause im dressed to kill, fresh to death, get like me, bastard

They call me say, word

Once i met a bastard

Your gonna be on top nigga

I'm the bastard son of a

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

A bastard patiently waiting for his plan, to unfold

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

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

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

'case a nigga get haphazard and start thinkin bout robbin a light skin bastard