This is a song about "Mr rogers"

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

But somehow it made them listen

*devil* big assignment, mr. hutchison,

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck

My talent should take me places i've never been

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

I’m a hustla, baby

Mr. prezy, where head be

That's why i shine like i does

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff