This is a song about "Mr comfort"

You be tapping like a mr

I think it excited her

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

*devil* big assignment, mr. hutchison,

You're voice brings me comfort,

Girl, i put in that work

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

On they twitter writing novels, see

Mr. prezy, where head be

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

And all the shit you went through

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

To sacrifice my comfort to hopefully provide,