This is a song about "Mr russia"

Mr. prezy, where head be

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

Condoleezza, this is lyrical ether

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

So they just call me mr. fantastic

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

That's why i shine like i does

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!