This is a song about "Sir anthony hopkins"

Yeah, right, get over here faster

My records sell, yes sir

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

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

Not to give me stress and add to pressure

While you serpents twerk, curtains close, sir,

Pacific of mine, sir', uh.. dismissed

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Yes sir, shoulda stayed your ass in church,

His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge

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

For god, is the kingdom, and the power

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

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better