This is a song about "Steve glover"

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

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

So i chill like danny glover/

M v p like steve nash

Bring your pen and your weed stash

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

Or should i call him donald glover for his childish flow