This is a song about "Steve herb"

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Hurting these herb emcees, you better learn to flee urgently

M v p like steve nash

I can barely wipe my ass

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

The herb calm his mental

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Too focused, one word

Like i'm a moldy old herb

Smoking on that fluffy herb the shit the police confiscate

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake