This is a song about "Steve kerr"

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

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

I look like steve buscemi

What them tippers don't see

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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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