This is a song about "Steve ercle"

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

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

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

I look like steve buscemi

Nothin sweet when i attend, see