This is a song about "Mr anderson"

Money i make em buck

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

Your man wale in his own damn lane

People thought it was mr bruce wayne

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Cause i am a rap master mr. buster

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

I don't care what it did to them

Fuck that anderson leg used to be a pimp till that bitch went limp

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

And all the shit you went through