This is a song about "Mr comfort"

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck

Bitches is artificially duck

Jungle fever for the night

Mr. c----n does this shit right

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

To sacrifice my comfort to hopefully provide,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

I will bring you the sunshine , i will comfort your fears