This is a song about "Steve herb"

My name herb, take herb, smoke herb (say word?)

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Hurting these herb emcees, you better learn to flee urgently

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

This a different motor man better go to work

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

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