This is a song about "Mister stevens"

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

She said she wanna roll with me, she called me mister

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Benny trip tryna fist her, like mister!

But we speaking to heathens and all these even stevens who don't need a reason

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

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

They play musical chairs once i'm on that pedestal

Mister incredible, has to be credible

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

Mister spitting super fly at any nigga who deny

Mister please can i have some more

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for