This is a song about "Steve simons"

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

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

You can't be wiping your ass

M v p like steve nash

I look like steve buscemi

You a lady boss, now you fly free

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

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze