This is a song about "Steve irwin"

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I look like steve buscemi

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

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

Everybody watching while you touching real money

She graduated top of the class

M v p like steve nash

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