This is a song about "Mr weaver"

So they just call me mr. fantastic

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Like hoes down in magic city

Mr. prezy, where head be

You be tapping like a mr

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

Hoppin' out a van

Mr mathers is the man