This is a song about "Steve the hollywood bro"

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

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

My nigga, no hook

From hollywood to the hood

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

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

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

See, with you, i never see it wrong

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

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