This is a song about "Steve hose tloots"

We leaving ya in the back shed hanging by the neck with the garden hose

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Safe with nothing more than a hose and some matches

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

I got an anecdote drop ya panty hose

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

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

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