This is a song about "Mr cockrill"

*devil* big assignment, mr. hutchison,

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

Cause i am a rap master mr. buster

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Mr mathers is the man

It's the perfect plan

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

But you know what

Mr. right's running up,