This is a song about "Sir skitzl"

Yes sir, shoulda stayed your ass in church,

Notice everyone's faces as they here this nerd's skills emerge

My records sell, yes sir

I thought i recognized her

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Please sir give me advice

My records sell, yes sir

Uh, for worse or for better

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Pacific of mine, sir', uh.. dismissed

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

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

It's like you're my mirror

But do you smoke crack sir?

You were like sir that's very rude,

Pockets probably like fried food