This is a song about "Delicious steve"

I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Tied up no squeaks fed em for weeks in the cement cellar," heather i'm steve

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Like steve i need a clue man your really telling me?

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

There simply delicious,

That's why i shine like i does

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

My bars is kickin' into steve urkel,been writing rhymes long as a journal

But that takes paper that we don't have so niggas put their souls up as collateral