This is a song about "Turn on"

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Turn on rhapsody starin at my dad's vintage cleats

Verse one: i remember when you could turn on the television

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

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

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Are you hearing me right turn the sound up on the microphone

My sim card's the bomb

Turn it over, now i'm on,

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Turn on your mtv what you see on the screen

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Turn the ignition on the opposition, call it demolition.