This is a song about "Sir ernest shackleton"

Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror

While you serpents twerk, curtains close, sir,

That's that young sir rapper

And i ain't frontin for her

My records sell, yes sir

I don’t care where ya are

But i let off everything i have

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

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

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

There is a light that shines

Please sir give me advice

Yes sir, shoulda stayed your ass in church,

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

"scuse me sir, do you know?"

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow