This is a song about "Turn me on"

Even you turn the lights out the show is going on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Then turn it back on u wat a fucken joke

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

When she see me on the streets, she turn around the other way and run

Turn it over, now i'm on,

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

An ironic icon tryin to turn my mic on.

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

They turn back and see me battle on another corner

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for