This is a song about "Mr mathias"

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

Mr. prezy, where head be

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

Cats so watered down clowns can sink titanic

Love will have you stuck

Mr. right's running up,

Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream