This is a song about "Steve"

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

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

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

Baby, you got that super bass

M v p like steve nash

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

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

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone