This is a song about "Mr yo"

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

People thought it was mr bruce wayne

So they just call me mr. fantastic

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Fuck it mr. fatass? what kind of insult is that? heard better from enigma, yo/

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you