This is a song about "Steve lekas"

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

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

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

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

M v p like steve nash

Baby, you got that super bass