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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

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

So chase the air hide your stash

M v p like steve nash

But five years from now i bet she see

I look like steve buscemi