This is a song about "Mr abbass"

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

Like mr. sandman i am the closer/

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Welcome mr. rave this is your show

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

*devil* big assignment, mr. hutchison,

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion