This is a song about "Sir ernest shackleton"

While you serpents twerk, curtains close, sir,

I made a promise to the mirror

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

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

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

Big sean, wale, vado, this the future

Yes, sir - thank god kinda worried 'bout my ass

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

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

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

Bout time i got my respect

She's dying sir i need your help

I must go like fly route

You were like sir that's very rude,