This is a song about "Steve kolb"

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

M v p like steve nash

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

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

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

I look like steve buscemi

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