This is a song about "Steve urkel"

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

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

But that takes paper that we don't have so niggas put their souls up as collateral

Signal urkel, "did i do that?", bitch you know our actions always hurtful

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Have a party at my funeral

And'll lift you up, like the pants on urkel

I can barely wipe my ass

M v p like steve nash

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

Signal urkel, "did i do that?", bitch you know our actions hurtful