This is a song about "Mister stevens"

More known then mister christopher wallace

Here i go again, searching for love

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Benny trip tryna fist her, like mister!

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

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Candy evenings, with candy stevens

I keep it trill like mister hudson.

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one