This is a song about "Steve the hollywood bro"

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Poppin off the dome, i'm so blown bro, i'm zoned out

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

From hollywood to the hood

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Its not just against the law, it just won't happen like that bro.

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Log out bro cause "this is survival of the fittest

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

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