This is a song about "Mr sun"

Mr. right's running up,

Bitches is artificially duck

Shining like the golden sun

I pop one, you pop one

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

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

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

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

I call em up, they might fall through

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion