This is a song about "Steve the puppy"

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

So he got me a puppy to give me a kiss

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

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

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

But that takes paper that we don't have so niggas put their souls up as collateral

My bars is kickin' into steve urkel,been writing rhymes long as a journal