This is a song about "Black bastard"

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Top dropped down, black on black

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

Cause im dressed to kill, fresh to death, get like me, bastard

I run through my life as just a little bastard,

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Inglorious bastard before this

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

That'll be another bastard growin up in the suburbs

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Making a movie, spike work

You gangster acting bastard.