This is a song about "Mr britt"

Mr mathers is the man

But let me inspire someone who can

You be tapping like a mr

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs