This is a song about "Mr tong"

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

So they just call me mr. fantastic

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Mr. right's running up,

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

*devil* big assignment, mr. hutchison,

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you