This is a song about "Sort"

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

Imma show my true worth/ sort out the sour shit and skip to the dessert/

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Aboard with swords n' forts but no torch to sort regions

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

At least i'd have some sort of legacy, a chance to ever blow it,

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

That i had some sort of edge, some kind of advantage,

I got ways to sort beef like shattering jaws on concrete,

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Is this the sort of man you want to be?