Mr. Understood
They call me Mr. Understood, 'cause no one Understands me, but when I spit rhymes everybody buys my CD.
You get out of the car SO SLOW, how was I supposed to know?
You keep saying stuff behind my back, but how come I got the no. 1 track?
I'm the OG Prima Donna, my rhymes bite like pirhanna, hotter than a sauna, straight out of Lackawanna!