This is a song about "Mr randy"

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

If a nigga didn't fake like them

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

Mr. prezy, where head be

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy

Hay yo kid, you think you're capable of challenging randy?

Randy, respect you but here to stomp you

I call em up, they might fall through

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through