This is a song about "My home boy steve dawg"

Set up my own home studio

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

The boy will be bound to go home thinking "what did i just get involved with?"

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

An orphan my pops left me, and often, my momma wasn't home

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

I floss dawg and i stay wit my jewels on.

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

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

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