This is a song about "Mr boombastic"

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

As many grains of salt as bacon

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Never break, took a break though

Shouts to mr rizzo

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through