This is a song about "Mr blobby"

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

So the ones eye has freak don't run

*devil* big assignment, mr. hutchison,

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me

Mr mathers is the man

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Welcome mr. rave this is your show

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Cause i am a rap master mr. buster