This is a song about "Mister street man"

Leave you severed across the street

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Rhyme on the street?won't even make a little.i'll destroy you like a man to

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

Mister spitting super fly at any nigga who deny

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

Benny trip tryna fist her, like mister!

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

Mister please can i have some more

You see i gotta go to war

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

While i’m walking down the street

I don't know defeat