This is a song about "Mr rogers"

Mr. right's running up,

That shit was wack as fuck

I'm trying to go psychological with the rogers to shoot ya inside ya nose

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

Mr mathers is the man

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Shouts to mr rizzo

Get you high, keep it on the low

Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Aka mr. louisiana.