This is a song about "Turn life around"

I can't slow down, i can't stop now, i can't turn around

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

Enter first perv. swerve around the curves, turn,

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

Americas in debt, but we turn around and give egypt, millions of dollars

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

I was worthless, i'd never make it, go ahead! spill that hatred

Had to turn around and say i'm already ill kid, -yeah kid-

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

So maybe i'll stop go in reverse turn around and add plot

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Then turn around and fuck one more like it dont even matter

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Who ever thought the young boy would turn around and do it?

Music my life what i turn to in time i am fraught,

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop