This is a song about "Steve tovar"

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

You see the world is scary

I look like steve buscemi

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

M v p like steve nash

So chase the air hide your stash