This is a song about "Steve the hollywood bro"

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

I hold the weight... of all my victims on my shoulders bro

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

My heart sank when my bro was shot in the streets,

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Shit that makes the homies say, 'yo bro, you can really spit!"

All i see is green, cash signs i mean. weed to though cant forgot about the kush bro.

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

Log out bro cause "this is survival of the fittest

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist