This is a song about "Bastards"

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

I’m the best thing that ever happened to rap, bastards

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Got some prison guards keeping bastards captive,

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris

On my own, i'm all alone like bastards when their mothers die

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Hurry stop stalling make your move bastards

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

As people move forward, i move backwards. room bastards, that's what

So i can prove you bastards wrong, and fuckin finish the job

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Dressed in all black, 'cause you whack bastards killed rap.