This is a song about "Steve hambujaje"

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

I look like steve buscemi

They say nothings ever free

My bars is kickin' into steve urkel,been writing rhymes long as a journal

But that takes paper that we don't have so niggas put their souls up as collateral

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong