This is a song about "Sir"

But shawty know i'm a rapper

My records sell, yes sir

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

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

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

Before a nigga finish put in the work

But you gotta understand i been broken and this my purge,

Yes sir, shoulda stayed your ass in church,

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

In one way or another

But who the fuck cares sir?

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

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