This is a song about "Sir skito"

How simple they are

My records sell, yes sir

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

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Y'all can't stick to no g code

Yes sir on the track i float

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I like to communicate my movement to grace, no prayers for you, sir

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

You were like sir that's very rude,

So before i go, you should harvest food

Pacific of mine, sir', uh.. dismissed

You the party baby i'm just the guest list