This is a song about "Mister stevens"

Her brother look up to me, he callin me mister

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror

Reminisce upon the days when i was watching even stevens/

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Mister incredible, has to be credible

Mister please can i have some more

Ima go until my arm's sore

More known then mister christopher wallace

The way she walks and causes a fuss

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

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

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

Mister spitting super fly at any nigga who deny

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

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly