This is a song about "Steve hambujaje"

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

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

She graduated top of the class

M v p like steve nash

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money