This is a song about "It s my turn now"

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

And turn it into a non-sexual abrasion/ and my dedication is my evaluation/

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit,

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

That's word to my mom

Turn it over, now i'm on,

Bitches ain't around one thou

My mouth im sparkin it now

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

You turn on my light for my day when it dark in my brain

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

Now its your turn to die

So y'all niggas can fly