This is a song about "Steve moss"

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Tied up no squeaks fed em for weeks in the cement cellar," heather i'm steve

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Recieving what i deserved like santana moss

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 look like steve buscemi

You a lady boss, now you fly free

While i'm rubbing on that ass

M v p like steve nash

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see