This is a song about "Steve herb"

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

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

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

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

In my herb shuttle with a white bitch feeling lustful

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible