This is a song about "Turn me on"

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Close my eyes and turn my headphones on,

You turn around and don't see me,

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

God sake's now man turn your shine on

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

Turn on the radio all i hear is

Better begin, again with the meddling, turn the tap on the rap/

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Y'all turn back on your neighborhoods, still you miss the tears,

Then turn it back on u wat a fucken joke

Fuck "grey's anatomy" i'm getting sasha grey throat