This is a song about "Steve occhipinti"

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

I look like steve buscemi

Hopin' that my niggas see

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

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

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