This is a song about "Steve keddy"

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

M v p like steve nash

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