This is a song about "Mr myself and i"

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

When in fact its just me, myself and i

Me myself i and i o u

And all the shit you went through

Totin/ semi automatics i blow apart the demographic and stretch it to shreds like mr. fantastic

But at times unnessecary, i'm gettin worriedteardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic

Totin/ semi automatics i blow apart the demographic and stretch it to shreds like mr. fantastic

Pushin permanent twistin i'm on a mission got me on the mashtried to dig, you was screamin when i did

Cause i am a rap master mr. buster

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Wake up in the morning and i ask myself

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

Me and my microphone could be one

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

And it'd just be myself alone, but i don't know why