This is a song about "Mr brain god"

Mr. prezy, where head be

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

So they just call me mr. fantastic

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

You be tapping like a mr

Days before my generation uno dungeon family mr

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Just think if i had a brain in it, thank god that i don't

Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

Mr. c----n does this shit right

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

The rap god, like its shady's brain i'm extracting/