This is a song about "Bad tempered bastard"

What a fucked up bastard he walks the streets backwards,

I refuse to be another being on this earth

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

I run through my life as just a little bastard,

See the bastard playing tricks, but your just an other old prick

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

And could i be a star

Drunken bastard from a bar

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

You gangster acting bastard.

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

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

Leave 'em surrendered and tempered as i win this victory

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

Or i could be the father you and you could be the bastard

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered