This is a song about "Mr b"

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Mr. prezy, where head be

Nah you flow whacker than lil' b

This is like riding through the city

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Aka mr. louisiana.

You know i be teasing, though

Shouts to mr rizzo

Mr. right's running up,

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

Why me, i say it cause we number one

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

U about to get murdered b

On they twitter writing novels, see