This is a song about "Steve the puppy"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

I look like steve buscemi

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

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

Doctors told me your mom had a deformation, but its ok dude, i may be rude,

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

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

That's thick like puppy slush,

The game of love