This is a song about "Steve bad"

I used my rhymes for bad

I'm stuck with that

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

Top dropped down, black on black

My garage full of cars that bounce

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

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

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

M v p like steve nash

Cause you're most likely to crash

Man that was fuckin bad

She always comin back