This is a song about "Steve kerr"

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

M v p like steve nash

And when it come to the cash

I look like steve buscemi

You a lady boss, now you fly free

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

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

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone