This is a song about "Mr and mrs v"

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Mr. world please tell me the price to pay live precise and great

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

They still think im delusional, sick and mrs sheesh cant heal me

With the pump on my side, and my nine mr. no luck.

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

V-neck polo, horse be the logo

You haven't flowered loco

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

One is mr carter and another is rap god...

Totin/ semi automatics i blow apart the demographic and stretch it to shreds like mr. fantastic

But at times unnessecary, i'm gettin worriedteardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic

Secret missives to the mrs

I'm in love with your business