This is a song about "Steve urkle"

Why probe our ass

M v p like steve nash

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

And i can see us after school, we'd 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

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

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