This is a song about "Mr parchmen"

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Like mr. sandman i am the closer/

Little gate, little fence - i climbed over

Welcome mr. rave this is your show

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

We getting money, you can face the facts

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,