This is a song about "Steve perry"

God mc oh my god you gotta see

I look like steve buscemi

So much class, double d’s and ass

M v p like steve nash

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

See, with you, i never see it wrong

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

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