This is a song about "Mr parchmen"

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

You be tapping like a mr

Or something that you paid for

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

Ambition is still very big

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

So they just call me mr. fantastic

Mr. right's running up,

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

People thought it was mr bruce wayne

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train