This is a song about "Get turned on"

Get high on the white lady

I was wondering maybe

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Thinking of how to get on track

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Vigilantes, shit leaves 'em turned on like a hot appliance,

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on

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

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

Beats on repeat, have to get my mind on my side