This is a song about "Mr rave"

Mr mathers is the man

Can you picture my specific plan

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

How they rave with a phrase of rage, days of sonic,

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

People thought it was mr bruce wayne

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

So they just call me mr. fantastic

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Mr. right's running up,

I said i don’t give a fuck

Tupac is cryin' in his grave, i'm at a rave with a ton of sun block,

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock