This is a song about "Moody basterd"

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

I've had a fuckful of your moody episodes,

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

When they here today what you say to them

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

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