This is a song about "Steve moss"

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I look like steve buscemi

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

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

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

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Recieving what i deserved like santana moss

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across