This is a song about "Mr maltby"

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

Just to let you know, you are

You be tapping like a mr

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

So they just call me mr. fantastic

Summertime in the city

Mr. prezy, where head be

People thought it was mr bruce wayne

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

My all gold rolly or the

Aka mr. louisiana.