This is a song about "Tossin n turnin"

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Grab him by his collar bone, and throw him down the stairs like im tossin a stone,

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Elvis start turnin in his grave

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Shes called the twerk queen, when her ass is flatter than someone turnin thirteen,

Pretending to be awake 'n

But girl you got me open

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Cant get rid of you like cockroaches, my stomach's turnin'.

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

I feel like i'm just lost n' tossin an turnin, frosted over still burnin'

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Or you're just turnin' around when it's not green?

Tried perfecting my letters n

And do i need to mention when