This is a song about "Life turns ariu"

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

No clever rhymes, every time in turns, that's the way it goes,

And california on that jerk shit

It turns out your'e the opposite

But until my heart stop and turns cold,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out

When she f***in' turns around

Fill my lungs portray for the moment embracing until my stomach turns

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

My mind turns straight to the mistress.

Rub the wood and ima show em love

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

Your 2cents, cloudy mind turns me translucent