This is a song about "Mr tong"

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me

Men lie. women lie. numbers won't forsaken

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

So they just call me mr. fantastic

You see now that nigga lonely

Mr. prezy, where head be

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Cause i am a rap master mr. buster

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!