This is a song about "Paki bastards"

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch

I'm into the lyrics, you bastards are into aesthetics

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

On my own, i'm all alone like bastards when their mothers die

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Nasty words, bastards, worse

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

I buck bastards who think they're bachelors

Hurry stop stalling make your move bastards

Better yet they work my every nerve

Hold the door for girls

The phn’s for you bastards