This is a song about "Mr govender"

Mr. prezy, where head be

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

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

I can smell it when i go outside

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion