This is a song about "Mr fowler"

Like mr. sandman i am the closer/

And there's little to be glad for

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Love will have you stuck

Mr. right's running up,

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

So they just call me mr. fantastic

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

Aka mr. louisiana.

I try to tell them i'm one of the

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

When i get to warwick avenue

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you