This is a song about "Step up on the scene"

As: i know just what you mean

Eighteen, green, clean and fresh on the scene,

Miami nights, it was all a dream

As i glare on the scene

Then cut him up again to reenact the scene.

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

A mistress of attack, step back to admire the art the scene

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

Though it may seem when you're on the scene

The whole scene is messed up, i try to be positive,

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Wash. heights roamer on the scene

Scene set with me on the swing sets

After lebron, i'm what's next