This is a song about "Mr deviouz"

Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

People thought it was mr bruce wayne

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

Just lay your head on my shoulder

Like mr. sandman i am the closer/

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Welcome mr. rave this is your show

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

Got the perfect plan to help me get her