This is a song about "Steve polychronopolous"

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

M v p like steve nash

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Hopin' that my niggas see

I look like steve buscemi

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

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

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city