This is a song about "Steve moss"

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

But make sure if they do see

I look like steve buscemi

M v p like steve nash

Little light in the ass

They calling me often to offer me walls

Recieving what i deserved like santana moss