This is a song about "Steve jobz"

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

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

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

You see the world is scary

I look like steve buscemi

So much class, double d’s and ass

M v p like steve nash

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

I know the world gets cold and the days get long