This is a song about "Mr johnson"

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

Watching for the cops that's moving through

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Mr. right's running up,

I don't really give a fuck

Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me

Third ward general, young cash money

Mr. prezy, where head be

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I said i'm hurting her

You be tapping like a mr

Welcome mr. rave this is your show

Get you high, keep it on the low

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Aka mr. louisiana.