This is a song about "Steve the hollywood bro"

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Laylow bro you said you would battle but you never sent the request

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

Or those who spit the truest rhymes, bro, that's what you decide

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Im too rachet too rancid/ charles mansion/ unload with the gun bro

All i heard was a few pouts, i think they were the hollywood bash

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

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

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

My last challenger said "sorry youre right bro" told all the hos its a typo!

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Laylow bro you said you would battle but you never sent the request