This is a song about "Steve erikel"

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

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

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

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Little light in the ass

M v p like steve nash

I look like steve buscemi

They say nothings ever free