This is a song about "Mr mcdowell"

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

Shouts to mr rizzo

And there's little to be glad for

You be tapping like a mr

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Like mr. sandman i am the closer/

Mr. prezy, where head be

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

Mr. c----n does this shit right

Focus let me show you the light

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

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!