This is a song about "Mr rogers"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

*devil* big assignment, mr. hutchison,

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

I'm in east rogers park, in a lab coat and a suit

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

Come get some, you little bum

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

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

Mr. right's running up,

Say what you wanna but

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

So they just call me mr. fantastic