This is a song about "Mr t"

*devil* big assignment, mr. hutchison,

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

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

Shouts to mr rizzo

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue