This is a song about "Steve mcwilliams"

Your life is a product of trash

M v p like steve nash

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

See, with you, i never see it wrong

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

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

I'd done stacked many

I look like steve buscemi