This is a song about "Take a turn"

Burns like furnace urns, and you take your turn to purchase it,

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Turn them fools upside down like a handstand

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

I turn the stage into a barren wasteland...

I turn you to a poor bitch

I broke mama heart with no college

Like a magician, critics i turn to crickets

So here i am at the store for some chips

Turn the bedroom into a fair

Don't you leave a seed in there