This is a song about "Silver steve"

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

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

I look like steve buscemi

You a lady boss, now you fly free

And served it to the public on a silver platter

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

So here is a mop and a bucket now go clean up the bathroom

It's all be over soon, and with a silver spoon you'll be meeting your doom.

Can't deal with me on a silver platter

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

That medal made of silver or bronze that medal for trying

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring