This is a song about "Sir skitzo"

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Pacific of mine, sir', uh.. dismissed

But do you smoke crack sir?

Took the van, went snatch her

The street slang i be speakin in code

Yes sir on the track i float

You were like sir that's very rude,

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

She's dying sir i need your help

That's why i never claimed i was the best

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

All this is probably karma, you dishonored the father