This is a song about "Stevie"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Cuz you can't see me like stevie

Cant see my haters, like im stevie wonder

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

To remind me how it feels to drop the ball like stevie bartman

Lets bring the soul in this rap its like stevie and run,

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun