This is a song about "Steve herb"

Smoking on that fluffy herb the shit the police confiscate

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

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

This a different motor man better go to work

Aren't you somethin' to admire

Stay powered by herb and a big fuckin pile

M v p like steve nash

So chase the air hide your stash

Bitches pursue me like a dream

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Tied up no squeaks fed em for weeks in the cement cellar," heather i'm steve

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies