This is a song about "Step up 2 the streets"

We're loading up the tecs, getting vexed, keep the streets closed,

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

So who gonna step up to the plate now? are you the chosen one?

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Most men don't wanna step up and be the father

Wit my team, we step up on the scene

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Step up to the plate if you think you can do better

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Grab the mic, step up to the stage, then it's graphic,

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Regardless, step up to the tar pit the small ones

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

But a gotta pick up, step up to the plate