This is a song about "Steve irwin"

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I look like steve buscemi

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

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

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

M v p like steve nash

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

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

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money