This is a song about "Mr laraunt"

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

Mr. prezy, where head be

Take your time when you’re with me baby

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

And if i want to go outside

Mr. c----n does this shit right

So they just call me mr. fantastic

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick