This is a song about "Step up your game son"

She was the queen of the club

Step yo game up, coz right now i came up.

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Step up, ill beat your ass with a god damn crutch

U might wanna watch your step so you don't end up on my mind dude.

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

On they car note to go to the club

Cause imma step it up, build it up

Cough up a lung where i'm from, the south son,

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Step into the game with my lyrics tight

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Then lost her faith again

Your son is left wondering when

Step up if you think your a contender ill leave you tender

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her