This is a song about "Steve hambujaje"

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I look like steve buscemi

I can get straight to the cash

M v p like steve nash