This is a song about "Mr weaver"

I know you're mad, but so what

Mr. right's running up,

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

We stay faded, need no occasion

Mr. prezy, where head be

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

People thought it was mr bruce wayne

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Welcome mr. rave this is your show

So they just call me mr. fantastic

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit