This is a song about "Delicious steve"

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

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

I look like steve buscemi

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

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

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

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

There simply delicious,

Always knew where the pot was