This is a song about "Partying and turning up"

But honestly it's just to keep their wheels turning

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

But the cogs are turning, and

And the word most important

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

This is the truth partying so hard that smoke comes out from the roof

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

They start turning psychotic

So she decides to stand up, woman up and never give up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

They were partying i was cutting tracks

You can see them at the bars, on the stools and turning.

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing