This is a song about "Steve the puppy"

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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

I look like steve buscemi

I’m tryna be low key

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

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

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

Where would i be without my dogs

It ain't where i been

The bigger the the fun

It was a black and white puppy dog face sniffing me

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry