This is a song about "Mr izzo"

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

Welcome mr. rave this is your show

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Days before my generation uno dungeon family mr

Cause i am a rap master mr. buster

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Shouts to mr rizzo

This shit ain't nothing new though