This is a song about "Steve hambujaje"

I look like steve buscemi

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

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

See, with you, i never see it wrong

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

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

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

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