This is a song about "Steve"

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

I'd done stacked many

I look like steve buscemi

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

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

M v p like steve nash

While i'm rubbing on that ass

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