This is a song about "Steve kolb"

I look like steve buscemi

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

M v p like steve nash

And when it come to the cash

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

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

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