This is a song about "Tossin n turnin"

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

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

Elvis start turnin in his grave

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

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

Flyer than the rest of them

Tried perfecting my letters n

If you wanted a date, don't come

Song is turnin into one long poem.

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

They want fun and the fame, when underground rapper are turnin thr tab-les.

Turnin up that radio

My flow is a razor's edge chico