This is a song about "Born as a bastard child running wild who would ve ever thought"

Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year

Who would have thought i made this a career

They call me say, word

Because your a sick bastard

Bastard who seems like a

The science and the art, africa

Every verse is a bastard like who is the father

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

Gotta work - slight work

Once i met a bastard