This is a song about "Steve kolb"

I look like steve buscemi

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Baby, you got that super bass

M v p like steve nash

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

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