This is a song about "Mr lawhon"

Mr. prezy, where head be

Bitch, they call it motor city

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

And there's little to be glad for

Like mr. sandman i am the closer/

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Mr mathers is the man

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Shit, we don't believe none of them

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion