This is a song about "Mr phlips"

Mr. right's running up,

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Aka mr. louisiana.

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

What up girl, tell me how you been

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

I'm after you bringing traffic through

So they just call me mr. fantastic

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

Shouts to mr rizzo

Preaching to the choir though