This is a song about "Mr"

Mr. prezy, where head be

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

That damier bag i bought her

You be tapping like a mr

So they just call me mr. fantastic

And california on that jerk shit

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Cause i am a rap master mr. buster

Good love then i can do that for her