This is a song about "Mister fister"

Mister spitting super fly at any nigga who deny

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Her brother look up to me, he callin me mister

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

I keep it trill like mister hudson.

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Your saying i suck, well fuck, i guess its my bad luck, mister buck,

More known then mister christopher wallace

And i need you to show me love

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Luck is gone for you mister kill a cop ain't steady

Tongue twister like a braid, mister, dont overrun my parade

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

Your death's miscella-neous, say hi to mister hades man, these little games

But now i see myself on stage,spitting like its fire leaving the mic in flames