This is a song about "Mr t"

My home girl told me i got an issue

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Mr mathers is the man

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

You don;t thin anymore

Ima go until my arm's sore

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Who's on my line

Say what you wanna but

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck

Could i make you my baby

Mr. prezy, where head be

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

When i was 11 got the toolie thick