This is a song about "Bastards"

B is for bitching bastards blasted back, true fact

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Coz this bastards destroyed my life

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

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

The phn’s for you bastards

Actions speak louder than words

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Dastardly bastards assault and battery hazards

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

How did all them bastards get a good job, good life,