This is a song about "Delicious steve"

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

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

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

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

I look like steve buscemi

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot