This is a song about "Moody basterd"

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

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

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

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

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

I've had a fuckful of your moody episodes,

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes