This is a song about "Sir savage"

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

The savage with the statics

That's that young sir rapper

Poke out from behind her

My records sell, yes sir

That i will leave earth with her

Yes sir, shoulda stayed your ass in church,

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

Might need a bandage you fucking savage

Practicing poses in the mirror yeah he swears that he's a savage

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

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

See how that shit gonigga walk up in this motherfucker

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