This is a song about "Turn"

No matter where you turn

And she don't want to learn

Your last man was semi pro

Turn up you stereo

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

I turn into a beast, i turn the booth to a shack,

More money that mean less sleep

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

It's my turn to phrase a turn of phrase and turn a purple haze

All this paper i fold

Before you turn too cold

And now these hoes are on my line

Some turn to end they time.