This is a song about "Mister stevens"

I would always keep a strong pace with a long face thinking of all the song names

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

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

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Candy evenings, with candy stevens

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

I ain't happy with the score

Mister please can i have some more

Mister spitting super fly at any nigga who deny

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Mister incredible, has to be credible

To make karma come faster than she normally will