This is a song about "Mr rodgers"

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

So they just call me mr. fantastic

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

Mr. right's running up,

I know you're mad, but so what

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Babe you know it gets no better than this

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,