This is a song about "Steve"

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

I can barely wipe my ass

M v p like steve nash

I look like steve buscemi

What them tippers don't see

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always