This is a song about "Mr grimes"

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Like mr. sandman i am the closer/

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

Don't fuck around and make it true

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

So they just call me mr. fantastic

Welcome mr. rave this is your show

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

People thought it was mr bruce wayne

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain