This is a song about "Mr rodgers"

Like mr. sandman i am the closer/

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Days before my generation uno dungeon family mr

Still the man with the pan

Mr mathers is the man

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

*devil* big assignment, mr. hutchison,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Cause i am a rap master mr. buster