This is a song about "Mr donut"

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

People thought it was mr bruce wayne

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

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

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

You be tapping like a mr

The ice ain't really nothing to her

My all gold rolly or the

Aka mr. louisiana.

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

So they just call me mr. fantastic