This is a song about "The next step"

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

You didn't keep the stage warm, step off!

Since we not even talking

You wake the next morning

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

Or step son your style is unwanted step son put the mic down

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Better yet, we used to take the next step in every breath,

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Just the next girl to blow,

Now i pass it on to the next

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

When it's all said and done

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Alert me when i step over the boundary