This is a song about "Steve occhipinti"

But that takes paper that we don't have so niggas put their souls up as collateral

My bars is kickin' into steve urkel,been writing rhymes long as a journal

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

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

M v p like steve nash

I can get straight to the cash

I look like steve buscemi

God mc oh my god you gotta see

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn