This is a song about "Mister stevens"

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

I keep it trill like mister hudson.

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

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

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Benny trip tryna fist her, like mister!

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

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

Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror

Her brother look up to me, he callin me mister