This is a song about "Steve harkins"

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

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

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

I look like steve buscemi

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Why probe our ass

M v p like steve nash

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