This is a song about "Gettin turnt"

Turn up we gettin louder

Just lay your head on my shoulder

Preaching to the choir though

Im turnt up like a radio

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

The real reason, it's gettin hazy

I got bigger problems baby

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Haters gettin shitty

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Champagne sippin gettin back from downtown

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

Well i'm gettin older know