This is a song about "Steve the puppy"

Daddy took my last money to buy presents for her, and i feel so screwed

Your "disses" are cute, don't say it with such puppy eyes trying to make a dispute

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

It was a black and white puppy dog face sniffing me

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Speed up, patience, please cause