This is a song about "Steve kerr"

No one-half and i hate math

M v p like steve nash

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

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

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I look like steve buscemi