This is a song about "Little ranger bastard"

Once i met a bastard

They call me say, word

Beautiful are thou, africa

I'm the bastard son of a

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

She in dangerima about 2 save her pink ranger

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

I run through my life as just a little bastard,

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now.

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Straight to my lane nevermind a waiterlike lone ranger

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Instead of trying to raise a perfect u.s. ranger,