This is a song about "Sir ernest shackleton"

My records sell, yes sir

Catchdubs you a motherfucker

Yes sir, shoulda stayed your ass in church,

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

Yes sir on the track i float

Motivated just from being broke

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

But do you smoke crack sir?

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

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

That's that young sir rapper

Ya'll wife and white knight her

She's dying sir i need your help

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest