This is a song about "Mr fairfield"

Mr. prezy, where head be

I got bigger problems baby

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

So they just call me mr. fantastic

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

You be tapping like a mr

Cause i am a rap master mr. buster

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Mr. c----n does this shit right

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside