This is a song about "Steve kolb"

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

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

Gotta make that cash

M v p like steve nash

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

I look like steve buscemi

I reel them in, goadomes on see