This is a song about "They miss mr"

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

This summer gone be mine though

Shouts to mr rizzo

How can i portray this

So bow down to the miss.

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

Things come and they go theres no need to miss em

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

Carolina where i made it from

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

Don't fuck around and make it true