This is a song about "Turn down for what"

I turn down the offer,id rather continue the slaughter,

Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Turn on your mtv what you see on the screen

And i need you to show me love

My moms turn-for-the-worst are turntables/

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Same scumbags turned him down with his chance to turn a profit

//and its my turn to settle down

Come wit me you'll smoke around

He just throws it around

//and its my turn to settle down

Would you feel what im writing down

I drive that all around

Everybody outside on the porch,radio blasting neighbors telling us to turn it down

Everywhere it was hell like sound .....the pieces of human bodies were all around