This is a song about "Sir skitzo"

That's that young sir rapper

Or something that you paid for

Charlie tango, ready for whatever

While you serpents twerk, curtains close, sir,

But who the fuck cares sir?

I get a pen and paper

Life has put her to the test

She's dying sir i need your help

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

My balance be so tight rope

Yes sir on the track i float

I must go like fly route

You were like sir that's very rude,