This is a song about "Steve simons"

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I look like steve buscemi

M v p like steve nash

I can barely wipe my ass

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

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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