This is a song about "Mister"

Benny trip tryna fist her, like mister!

In the gutter lane like i'm master splinter

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Her brother look up to me, he callin me mister

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

I keep it trill like mister hudson.

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Mister spitting super fly at any nigga who deny

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

Mister incredible, has to be credible

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

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines