This is a song about "Mister stevens"

More known then mister christopher wallace

Probably be dirt rich and worthless

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

I keep it trill like mister hudson.

My talent should take me places i've never been

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

He says i'm at level 2 with my rhymes, mister amir, wait for tough times,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Mister spitting super fly at any nigga who deny

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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

Candy evenings, with candy stevens

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips