This is a song about "Mister stevens"

Benny trip tryna fist her, like mister!

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Mister incredible, has to be credible

Mister spitting super fly at any nigga who deny

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

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

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

Telling me i'm adequate and i deserve to work like a slave,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Reminisce upon the days when i was watching even stevens/

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

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break