This is a song about "Steve hambujaje"

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

M v p like steve nash

Bring your pen and your weed stash

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

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

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

So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone