This is a song about "Mr manion"

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Like mr. sandman i am the closer/

I couldn't get any bigger

You be tapping like a mr

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

So they just call me mr. fantastic

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Cause i am a rap master mr. buster

Listen to every word that i slur

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance