This is a song about "Steve urkle"

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I look like steve buscemi

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

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

Got my foot on the gas

M v p like steve nash

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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