This is a song about "Mr manion"

Shouts to mr rizzo

I'm never faded though

Riding around without a fuck given

*devil* big assignment, mr. hutchison,

Mr. right's running up,

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

And the deeper that mean she get the sweeter

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks