This is a song about "Sir anthony hopkins"

My records sell, yes sir

Something worth dying for

You were like sir that's very rude,

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

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

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

She's dying sir i need your help

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

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

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

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

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

Your careers over, he’s slumped over