This is a song about "Mr comp"

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

So they just call me mr. fantastic

Days before my generation uno dungeon family mr

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Like mr. sandman i am the closer/

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

People thought it was mr bruce wayne

Well rick james, maury jane

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

So i gotta spit to this