This is a song about "Sir"

That's that young sir rapper

That's what rains for

She's dying sir i need your help

Hold up yea we the best

You were like sir that's very rude,

So before i go, you should harvest food

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

So sir, please except my apology 'cause i'm hurt

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

Excuse me sir, are we done, gotta go running,

I like to communicate my movement to grace, no prayers for you, sir

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

My records sell, yes sir

I said i'm hurting her

That was just the beginning it's not over

You suck like a hoover, i'm here to end your term, sir