This is a song about "Mr dealer"

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Days before my generation uno dungeon family mr

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

See me i'm a dope dealer

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Always got that dank weed like a dealer,

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Sentence killer equivalent to a hook dealer