This is a song about "Sorts"

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Your life will be full of all sorts of crazy stuff

Sipping all sorts of devilish juice

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

And i’m talkin, passenger action

We made love with all sorts of passion

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

I was playing with guns

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

And any connotation is viewed many ways

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

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

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

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff