This is a song about "Steve hambujaje"

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

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I look like steve buscemi

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

M v p like steve nash

Why probe our ass

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong