This is a song about "Steve"

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

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

M v p like steve nash

...that's all i have

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

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

I look like steve buscemi

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready