This is a song about "Sir francis drake"

And you know i paint that picture

But do you smoke crack sir?

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

You obviously lack originality like aubrey drake/

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Crazy on shake, paintin' the cake like jay-z and drake,

A breakdown broad oh she could of done better

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

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

She's dying sir i need your help

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

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

"scuse me sir, do you know?"

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

Please sir give me advice

Right flows down and they might go nice