This is a song about "Coming on turn"

Im leaving this city, dont plan on coming back

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

Y'all turn back on your neighborhoods, still you miss the tears,

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

See santa coming on a reindeer

Man, straight and no fucking

Drop it on the floor, she's coming

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Turn on rhapsody starin at my dad's vintage cleats

Turn on the radio all i hear is

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

Then turn it back on u wat a fucken joke

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat