This is a song about "Mr comfort"

*devil* big assignment, mr. hutchison,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

To sacrifice my comfort to hopefully provide,

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

They just don't give a fuck

Mr. right's running up,

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

Aka mr. louisiana.

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through