This is a song about "Mr moore"

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Mr mathers is the man

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

People thought it was mr bruce wayne

I wish i’ll never see you again

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

Shouts to mr rizzo

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

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

Aw man, it's been a ride

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her