This is a song about "Mr rogers"

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

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

So they just call me mr. fantastic

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Mr. prezy, where head be

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

I know you're mad, but so what

Mr. right's running up,