This is a song about "Mr laraunt"

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Like mr. sandman i am the closer/

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

They sendin' beats for a fuckin' feature

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

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Mr. prezy, where head be

*devil* big assignment, mr. hutchison,

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

I never crack i got that chap stick

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but