This is a song about "Steve irwin"

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I look like steve buscemi

M v p like steve nash

Lights will flash, cars will crash

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

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

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn