This is a song about "Steve herb"

As i seenobody cares about my history

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

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Feelin so lit from smokin some herb, in the suburb,

Let me rideuntil i get free

I look like steve buscemi

Hurting these herb emcees, you better learn to flee urgently

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that