This is a song about "Tossin n turnin"

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

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

And we all right, and we law fight, shit's overturned, and i'm tossin' rice,

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

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,

Tried perfecting my letters n

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Elvis start turnin in his grave

Turnin on that game cube til i woke up my sis

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

Pretending to be awake 'n

I pop one, you pop one

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

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen