This is a song about "Fucking step mums"

So step off and take stride

Halfback toss to right

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything

The best part of you ran down your mums leg and ended up being

Step back and respect the art's fucking origin

My talent should take me places i've never been

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Word to my competition step ya fucking game up

City national bank evolve into shape

Go home a nite to find that my mums brought a crate

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Or step son your style is unwanted step son put the mic down

My lyrics step on cows, moo

That means two, between me and you

Your mums a bike cos everybody gets a free ride

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried