This is a song about "Steve occhipinti"

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Just put your hand on the glass

M v p like steve nash

I look like steve buscemi

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone