This is a song about "Sorts"

So if it comes down, may the best man win

We made love with all sorts of passion

So now i'm on this bender of all sorts of

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Sipping all sorts of devilish juice

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

It's a book, it provide one with all sorts of inspiration

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Your life will be full of all sorts of crazy stuff

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

The uk is a lovely place, full of all sorts of race

Without the sound of guns

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets