This is a song about "Steve hambujaje"

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

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

I look like steve buscemi

M v p like steve nash

Gotta make that cash

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

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