This is a song about "Mr broome"

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

Poke out from behind her

You be tapping like a mr

I bet you hear that white music

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Mr. right's running up,

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

I wanna be the center piece of my entire culture

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Cause i am a rap master mr. buster

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

She never ready to go so she forever come

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion