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

While i'm rubbing on that ass

M v p like steve nash

I’m tryna be low key

I look like steve buscemi

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn