This is a song about "Steve buschemi"

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

While i'm rubbing on that ass

M v p like steve nash

God mc oh my god you gotta see

I look like steve buscemi

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

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

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn