This is a song about "Mr t widdy"

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

You reflect in this heart of mine

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

I know you're mad, but so what

Mr. right's running up,

Me and my microphone could be one

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

So they just call me mr. fantastic

On trial for possession of some chronic

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick