This is a song about "Steve perry"

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

I look like steve buscemi