This is a song about "Sir ernest shackleton"

But do you smoke crack sir?

Bitch i'm on fire

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

But make it in time for shitty re-runs of rocket power

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

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker

Excuse me sir, are we done, gotta go running,

Got indelible colors, only look where they’re buzzing

Little gate, little fence - i climbed over

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

Pacific of mine, sir', uh.. dismissed

If you feel it, it must be real just

Up on phrases i wrote

Yes sir on the track i float

Your new man got my respect

She's dying sir i need your help