This is a song about "Sir ernest shackleton"

But who the fuck cares sir?

I get a pen and paper

That's that young sir rapper

I pipe in and one night her

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

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

My game tighter than bitches that ain't fuck in forever

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

Yes sir, shoulda stayed your ass in church,

Who get dragged by the masses cuz they can't search,

Down just so we can grow

"scuse me sir, do you know?"

My records sell, yes sir

We just looking in the mirror