This is a song about "Steve ross"

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Im the ross slayer my word is law i shock mayors

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Pish posh i suck at rapping pissed off like rick ross,

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Ran right in ross, lookin' real prominent

I think im rick ross cause i swear that ima boss and

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

M v p like steve nash

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

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

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