This is a song about "Mr rasmussen"

I know you're mad, but so what

Mr. right's running up,

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

All i need is a kilo, an apron

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

You be tapping like a mr

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps