This is a song about "Stepping out of your comfortzone"

You're just another stepping stone in the path of my destruction.

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

I'm da vinci to this art, stepping on of top charts

Instead of stepping out the box where other niggas will try to get rid of you / sheesh

May we all rolland if you don't knowwe got the rap game petroscared cause we bout to release

Get out of my face, you have your own space stay out of mine

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Of being knocked out, and soon a nurse is checking your pulse,

I'm a son of a gun

From hell your out of prison

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Your rhymes are all whack, there so shit you must of pulled em out of your crack,

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Too take the piss out of your rhyme