This is a song about "Ol dirty bastard"

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

I run through my life as just a little bastard,

I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

You ain't gotta follow the same ol' ritual

My all gold rolly or the

Ol' fiction ass nigga,

But we be having that jersey

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

Fatherless son to the rap game bastard

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

Inglorious bastard before this

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches