This is a song about "Mama chanda isaac mr"

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

Shit, we don't believe none of them

One time for the 305, though

Shouts to mr rizzo

And if you pay for that yourself

Texting my mama current self

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

You be tapping like a mr

She say i make her shiver

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

Are almost as old as yo mama

My all gold rolly or the