This is a song about "Sir"

You were like sir that's very rude,

I must go like fly route

My records sell, yes sir

Yeah, ready for whatever

Yes sir on the track i float

I know you just doing your job

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

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

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

While you serpents twerk, curtains close, sir,

The choice can be no other

But who the fuck cares sir?

She's dying sir i need your help

Never ever pay rent