This is a song about "Steve prick"

The boa know they loving the crew

But only if this prick knew

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Getting slapped up cause her pimps a prick,

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

I look like steve buscemi

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Or perhaps you'll be the prick to judge my songs,

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

After this call me a prick

After this battle i'll will sound like a prick

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick