This is a song about "Steve ercle"

...that's all i have

M v p like steve nash

I look like steve buscemi

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

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

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

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