This is a song about "Steve hambujaje"

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

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

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

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

I look like steve buscemi

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song