This is a song about "To turnt"

To complain to him or her

Pour out a little liquor

I was twelve when the gunned you

To even try, afraid to..

You got nothing to live for, nothing to look forward to.

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

For the low that nine cheap

To beat or not to beat/

To skate to my full potential-

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Had to change his name from anto to mark to nothing

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

Intellectually there's a place to go to