This is a song about "Steve herb"

I'm mental, it's instrumental

The herb calm his mental

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

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic

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

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

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

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

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Smoking on that fluffy herb the shit the police confiscate

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight