This is a song about "Steve irwin"

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

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

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

M v p like steve nash

So chase the air hide your stash

I’m tryna be low key

I look like steve buscemi

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze