This is a song about "Steve o"

Shake your hair like them track ain't coming out

I drop o after o of the loud,

You can't be wiping your ass

M v p like steve nash

Growing up i had your posters o

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

For tryin' to communicate through a song

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Unless they o d like heath ledger

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

He cried like a baby eya-eya o

I gonna take it really nice and slow

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

On his way back to home eya-eya o

And you cute, shorty; let's get low