This is a song about "Steve polychronopolous"

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

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

I'd done stacked many

I look like steve buscemi

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

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

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

M v p like steve nash

I can barely wipe my ass