This is a song about "Steve polychronopolous"

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

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

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

How the fuck you wipe your ass

M v p like steve nash

I look like steve buscemi

They say nothings ever free