This is a song about "Og mr simmons"

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

I love you though i'll still fuck

Mr. right's running up,

Need some northern lights or that purple og?

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Mr mathers is the man

Money long from here to japan

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

Shouts to mr rizzo

In the club like fuck it, though

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Aka mr. louisiana.

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion