This is a song about "Mr freze"

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

Like mr. sandman i am the closer/

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Mr mathers is the man

Still the man with the pan

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

So they just call me mr. fantastic

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags