This is a song about "Steve"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

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

M v p like steve nash

Why probe our ass

I look like steve buscemi

You see the world is scary

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone