This is a song about "Steve simons"

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

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I look like steve buscemi

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

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

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

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

M v p like steve nash

Bring your pen and your weed stash