This is a song about "Mr nice guy"

Mr. right's running up,

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

I'm a nice little guy, until you're biting the lines,

Make them more insecure when they caught one

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

Mr. prezy, where head be

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Aka mr. louisiana.

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Lets act out our lives you'll be the nice guy and i'll be the prick,

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick