This is a song about "Mr taege"

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Welcome mr. rave this is your show

Mr mathers is the man

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

People thought it was mr bruce wayne

You ain’t never been higher than this

Mr. fish, did that too lil bish,

Mr. right's running up,

Well, um, there's a but

So if they better than the kid

So they just call me mr. fantastic

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs