This is a song about "Mr andrews"

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

He been waiting for his connection to come

Mr. prezy, where head be

We like to party

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

People thought it was mr bruce wayne

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim