This is a song about "I m mr"

I like my friends imaginary with no names

Rap game mr. kipling with the way i bake cakes,/

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

I be ballin, they wonder why

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Like mr. sandman i am the closer/

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Don’t mean to disrespect you

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Atop the pyramid, i'm on my i m pei dreams

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...