This is a song about "Step"

Won't run out anytime soon

Step back to the dressing room

Already my first step, my rhythm dramatically curves,

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

It teaches us to think before we speak or make a step

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Step up to this pimpin'

Girl listen, trying to position

And word i blew off herb i grew

Step back while i'll blast you

So breath, step back and reflect,

Half your body laying on my chest

This is why her nigga mad

Nasty nigga step back

Two-step - white dude's harlem shake

If i should die before i wake