This is a song about "Guy turning"

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

Im just that type of guy

Why you call me back? don't lie

Hear the rambling in the sky

Every other guy

What is society turning into?

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

Turning you bitches to splatter

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Yo i'm turning back the time

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

To keep your flame burning, your world turning,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I'm going insane, ever since yesterday my stomach has been turning,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing