This is a song about "Mr kramer"

Like mr. sandman i am the closer/

And the streets is getting colder

Raised by a momma who, who

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

Me and my microphone could be one

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

You be tapping like a mr

The good kid from the ugly city

Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me