This is a song about "Mama chanda isaac mr"

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

Cause i can't seem to see myself

Texting my mama current self

About how she was a bad mama, mama said "fuck 'em then"

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Got a killer flow from the llama

We're lookin out for your babies mama

So they just call me mr. fantastic

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I made her my baby mama

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs