This is a song about "Coming on turn"

Drop it on the floor, she's coming

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

Coming to me on the down low bout his money slim though

And i don't rely on no bitches

Turn on the radio all i hear is

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Then turn it back on u wat a fucken joke

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

We bout to set it off, turn the lights on,

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

An ironic icon tryin to turn my mic on.

Turn it over, now i'm on,

That's word to my mom

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Make nigga turn his rage on