This is a song about "They miss mr"

Mr. right's running up,

They like talking, its like gossip

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Disappoint lyrically they miss the point

Call me whatever joe

Shouts to mr rizzo

So they just call me mr. fantastic

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

Days before my generation uno dungeon family mr

Miss "you" miss cues and misuse one's menu

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

Trying to get at me cuz they miss me, being their bitch in their shotgun seat

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep