This is a song about "Bastard son crying mother"

There's children dying and i am crying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

You're fucking with me, nigga

Bastard who seems like a

You’ve lost me, so don’t come crying

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

Not a bastard but inglorious

But i guess that shit's just tough love

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Once i met a bastard

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

When mother lost's her son what's her pain.....

We fuckin' it up this summer

Mother, o my mother