This is a song about "Mr somore"

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

You be tapping like a mr

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

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Welcome mr. rave this is your show

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

So they just call me mr. fantastic

Mr. right's running up,

I thought it'd get better but

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Walk blind into a line or fight

Mr. c----n does this shit right

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun