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

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

I look like steve buscemi

But five years from now i bet she see