This is a song about "Steve keddy"

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

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

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

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

How the fuck you wipe 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

I look like steve buscemi

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