This is a song about "Moody basterd"

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

Raised in a masacre, im a basterd till the day i die

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

Dads gone so techinaclly im a basterd,my own man though im now the master,

I've had a fuckful of your moody episodes,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks