This is a song about "Steve irwin"

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

M v p like steve nash

Why probe our ass

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

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