This is a song about "Mr mclean"

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

This shit ain't nothing new though

Shouts to mr rizzo

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

Days before my generation uno dungeon family mr

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

Cause i am a rap master mr. buster

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper