This is a song about "Steve hambujaje"

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

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

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

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

No one-half and i hate math

M v p like steve nash

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always