This is a song about "Mr halls"

Cause this nigga done got jealous

As my whole soul stole the halls to my lungs

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Knock her out and drag her back to an empty lobby's halls,

So we take it to the halls

Alcohol and booty calls

No it ain't easy

Mr. prezy, where head be

And there's little to be glad for

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

Days before my generation uno dungeon family mr

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror