This is a song about "Steve irwin"

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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

I look like steve buscemi

On they twitter writing novels, see

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

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

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

How the fuck you wipe your ass

M v p like steve nash

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free