This is a song about "Mister keynes"

I keep it trill like mister hudson.

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Benny trip tryna fist her, like mister!

Mister incredible, has to be credible

I don't care if the heat i throw is unbearable

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

Mister spitting super fly at any nigga who deny

Army stance, ready for war

Mister please can i have some more

Your saying i suck, well fuck, i guess its my bad luck, mister buck,

I'm longer than em: i ain't talking no rockin republic

He says i'm at level 2 with my rhymes, mister amir, wait for tough times,

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines