This is a song about "Steve occhipinti"

I look like steve buscemi

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

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

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Your life is a product of trash

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

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