This is a song about "Being turnt up"

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

All the times being pinned up against the wall

It's just about the people being trapped up in our system,

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Stopping me from being fluent , end up dead like a nuisance

On this new school of rappers, i will really go columbine

I'm so fed up of being hungry i treat rappad like it's lunchtime

Boggled when you read a poem about me being bottled up

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

Im turnt up like a radio

Ran outside to see the big show

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

We turnt up in the studio late night

I'm completely lost and being burnt up at my core

If you try to give it to me at the door