This is a song about "Sir knigth"

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

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

She's dying sir i need your help

Carol city or was it the west

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

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

You were like sir that's very rude,

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

But do you smoke crack sir?

Fresh above the water

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

My niggas is winning though

"scuse me sir, do you know?"

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

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