This is a song about "Steve"

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

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

I look like steve buscemi

I reel them in, goadomes on see

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong