This is a song about "Steve perry"

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

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

I look like steve buscemi

They say nothings ever free

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

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

M v p like steve nash

Little light in the ass