This is a song about "Steve harvey"

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Bring your pen and your weed stash

M v p like steve nash

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

So well it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop

Following that was the death of harvey lee by ru-be

Yall some two faced niggas, harvey dent.

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest