This is a song about "Steve urkel"

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

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

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

My bars is kickin' into steve urkel,been writing rhymes long as a journal

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

Just me with all y'all, that'd be so wonderful

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

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

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful