This is a song about "Steve keddy"

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

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

M v p like steve nash

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

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

Of the vhs especially during sex baby