This is a song about "Mr money"

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

*devil* big assignment, mr. hutchison,

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

You be tapping like a mr

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one