This is a song about "Steve urkel"

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

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

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

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

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

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

I look like steve buscemi

Nothin sweet when i attend, see