This is a song about "Steve tovar"

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

I look like steve buscemi

Hopin' that my niggas see

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

Why probe our ass

M v p like steve nash

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

For tryin' to communicate through a song

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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