This is a song about "Steve bad"

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

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

Luxury life, results living bad

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

It's actually disastrously bad

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Why you treat them so bad

No car key and i mean that

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

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police