This is a song about "Steve herb"

I'll smoke the herb first, then make your motherfuckin' vocals cords burst.

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

In my herb shuttle with a white bitch feeling lustful

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

I look like steve buscemi

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

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

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

The herb calm his mental

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Hurting these herb emcees, you better learn to flee urgently

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Burn't, can't afford any strains / of the herb which'll open my brain

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again