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

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Fuck needing the sign of the cross. you just a fat kate moss

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

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

Recieving what i deserved like santana moss

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I look like steve buscemi

Baby got that super bass

M v p like steve nash