This is a song about "Bastard son crying mother"

You get your ass kicked you ignorant bastard

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

Compare me too that bastard pot head

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Not a bastard but inglorious

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

Because your a sick bastard

It's a fools fatewithout your word

You know that love is a very serious thing

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

If real shit is dead then nigga i'm a bastard

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered