This is a song about "Steve vai"

I look like steve buscemi

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

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

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

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

M v p like steve nash

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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