This is a song about "Steve fo sweezy"

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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

Should've played quarterack fo the chiefs

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

Fo' twenty get ya head outta them young money beats,

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

I look like steve buscemi

Hopin' that my niggas see

Like a peruvian kid fighting fo gauchos

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes