This is a song about "Bastards"

I buck bastards who think they're bachelors

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I'm into the lyrics, you bastards are into aesthetics

Grab out my trust worthy razor slowly drag it across the bastards neck,

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

You psychedelic bastards

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

So you finally got the nerve

Flash past bastards and crash burners

Pg bitches love me like i'm tcb band polo bitch

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

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