This is a song about "Steve irwin"

Little light in the ass

M v p like steve nash

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

My bars is kickin' into steve urkel,been writing rhymes long as a journal

But that takes paper that we don't have so niggas put their souls up as collateral