This is a song about "Posh bastards"

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

So i can prove you bastards wrong, and fuckin finish the job

Face it bastards, this rap is a verbal joystick that i use to dictate the masses

Verse one: 2paci take a shot of henessey now i'm strong enough to face the madness

Actions speak louder than words

Flash past bastards and crash burners

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Dastardly bastards assault and battery hazards

I buck bastards who think they're bachelors

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

I sound quite posh just cause i got dosh.

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Let's enjoy our younger years

The phn’s for you bastards