This is a song about "Mr dean"

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

*devil* big assignment, mr. hutchison,

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

People thought it was mr bruce wayne

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

Welcome mr. rave this is your show

Mr. right's running up,

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

This summer gone be mine though

Shouts to mr rizzo