This is a song about "Sir anthony hopkins"

 the last thing you would hear would be " no sir",

Whether any weather, nobody doing it better

I used to have a nine to five

Please sir give me advice

We magnetizing the ghetto

"scuse me sir, do you know?"

But c-can't look up in that mirror

While you serpents twerk, curtains close, sir,

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

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

Pacific of mine, sir', uh.. dismissed

If you feel it, it must be real just

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

That's that young sir rapper

Before a nigga finish put in the work

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