This is a song about "Steve irwin"

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

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

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

Bring your pen and your weed stash

M v p like steve nash

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