This is a song about "Mr t widdy"

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

So they just call me mr. fantastic

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

You don;t thin anymore

Not one j got a pair or more

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

Mr. prezy, where head be

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Welcome mr. rave this is your show

That's why they can't mess up my flow

Killing these niggas off quick

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick