This is a song about "Steve austin"

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

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

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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

I feel goodgot some time off, girl, it's been so long

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Like a czar,like austin powers im feeling randy and carlcee,other then them