This is a song about "Steve the puppy"

Tied up no squeaks fed em for weeks in the cement cellar," heather i'm steve

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

Here they keep a rachet close

The more battles the better the flows

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Hopin' that my niggas see

I look like steve buscemi

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

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