This is a song about "Mr hills"

Steepen hills and silence sounds, we fostered throughout daydreams

I take em out their misery, make it harder to breathe

Mr. prezy, where head be

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Aka mr. louisiana.

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

They bringing me fish and chips

You be tapping like a mr

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Like soldiers charging up the hills, and dropping agent orange,

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you