This is a song about "Steve polychronopolous"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I look like steve buscemi

M v p like steve nash

Just put your hand on the glass

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

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

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

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