This is a song about "Steve polychronopolous"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I look like steve buscemi

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

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

M v p like steve nash

Your life is a product of trash

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

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