This is a song about "Steve bad"

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Luxury life, results living bad

It's actually disastrously bad

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

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

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

That affected you so bad

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Should've known these mothefucking bad

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies