This is a song about "Steve jobs fat"

And every day my mama drifts jobs like she's sleep-walking,

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Looking at a fat man's dick/

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

The real muscle in the message of that

That!but i am ugly and fat,

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Puttin all those cali and new york jobs on my wishlist,

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

M v p like steve nash

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

I look like steve buscemi

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see