This is a song about "My turn now"

Pullin all switches, but its now my turn.

But with these words, i'm as free as an intern

My moms turn-for-the-worst are turntables/

We race foreign cars, custom models

Leave with my integrity turn it off

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

I can't slow down, i can't stop now, i can't turn around

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

Turn off my electric fan

Just take control if you can

Turn it over, now i'm on,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

No turn back round now/ we're destine to go far

Pay dues like a hair salon

God sake's now man turn your shine on