This is a song about "Steve polychronopolous"

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

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

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

M v p like steve nash

Little light in the ass

Cus you're so sexy

I look like steve buscemi