This is a song about "Fucking bastard"

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

You get your ass kicked you ignorant bastard

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

'case a nigga get haphazard and start thinkin bout robbin a light skin bastard

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Compare me too that bastard pot head

Bastard who seems like a

My all gold rolly or the

A bastard patiently waiting for his plan, to unfold

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

I'm the bastard son of a

Now hey little mama