This is a song about "Tossin n turnin"

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

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

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

More mistakes could be made ‘n

Like i no longer existed mysteriously missingalthough i'm worldwide baby i ain't hard to find

Yo im tossin sick exotic topics, like im tossin toxic, my hyperbolic, logic, mind

Right when i was turnin the corner, startin to bend

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

But this adolescent mind of mine, turnin me from gold to mold,

Yo im tossin sick exotic topics, like im tosin toxic, my hyperbolic, logic monstrous,

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

My bars are magical like jesus turnin water to wine

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine