This is a song about "Steve zaragoza"

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

M v p like steve nash

Bring your pen and your weed stash

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I look like steve buscemi

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone