This is a song about "Steve occhipinti"

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Just put your hand on the glass

M v p like steve nash

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

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

I look like steve buscemi

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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