This is a song about "Steve polychronopolous"

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 look like steve buscemi

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Little light in the ass

M v p like steve nash

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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