This is a song about "Mr traumatic i liv"

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Cause i am a rap master mr. buster

He's known as amit, i call him mr. do or die

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

But at times unnessecary, i'm gettin worriedteardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic

Totin/ semi automatics i blow apart the demographic and stretch it to shreds like mr. fantastic

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Rap game mr. kipling with the way i bake cakes,/

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Mr. piggy, ya fat monster, i think you've fallen in the wrong trap

I know you're mad, but so what

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs