This is a song about "Fucking bastard"

Yeah, maybach poetic genius

Not a bastard but inglorious

This bastard spits bits of acid chips and half ass the shit

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

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

This a different motor man better go to work

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Compare me too that bastard pot head

Because your a sick bastard

The wrong drink, the right work

If real shit is dead then nigga i'm a bastard

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

A bastard patiently waiting for his plan, to unfold

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now.

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow