This is a song about "Sorts"

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

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

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

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

Sipping all sorts of devilish juice

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

Your life will be full of all sorts of crazy stuff

My bitch is the type of bitch that niggas wanna cuff

I will fracture to a fraction

We made love with all sorts of passion