This is a song about "Mr tumelty"

Days before my generation uno dungeon family mr

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Condoleezza, this is lyrical ether

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

No, just put us on death row

Shouts to mr rizzo

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck

Money i make em buck

So they just call me mr. fantastic

You gone make me flip then split your shit

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

*devil* big assignment, mr. hutchison,

A lil' spice in my swag, call it cajun

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion