This is a song about "Steve erkiel"

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

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

I look like steve buscemi

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Why probe our ass

M v p like steve nash

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

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police