This is a song about "Go to sadie with sarah"

Fill up each bar with syllables, pray to god i go easy

My father never seen me, the nigga probably stevie

Girl just listen to the beat and go with the flow

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Pay my dues, go to school, pierce the game with verbal knives

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

With a daughter looking up to me always screaming "go daddy!"

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I'm trying to go psychological with the rogers to shoot ya inside ya nose

So i told them to go to the alley with me

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Up in the sadie hawkins turn the punch to a concoction