This is a song about "Sir"

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

You were like sir that's very rude,

 the last thing you would hear would be " no sir",

Picture a place that they exist, together

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

She's dying sir i need your help

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

My knees on the ground, dear father

My records sell, yes sir

"excuse me sir what can i do for you?"

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

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

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

So sir, please except my apology 'cause i'm hurt

This a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired