This is a song about "Steve"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

God mc oh my god you gotta see

I look like steve buscemi

M v p like steve nash

Little light in the ass

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

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

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

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong