This is a song about "Fucking bastard"

Or i could be the father you and you could be the bastard

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Because your a sick bastard

Chasing them checks, nike work

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now.

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Bastard who seems like a

Your gonna be on top nigga

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Not a bastard but inglorious

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

What a fucked up bastard he walks the streets backwards,

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

Inglorious bastard before this