This is a song about "Steve keddy"

I look like steve buscemi

Hopin' that my niggas see

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

M v p like steve nash

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

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

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