This is a song about "Steve polychronopolous"

How the fuck you wipe your ass

M v p like steve nash

I look like steve buscemi

I'd done stacked many

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

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

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

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong