This is a song about "Sir anthony hopkins"

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

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever

But who the fuck cares sir?

When we not in summer

Oh you mad ‘cause i’m stylin’ from the city of power

Chop her up and dime her, im chapel retired im signed sir,

While you serpents twerk, curtains close, sir,

Then your prolly on water

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

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

"scuse me sir, do you know?"

Now them broads gon' follow

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her