This is a song about "Turn t up"

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Watch as i turn up the heater/

I’m like a drug dealer

Write shit that makes you wanna turn it up

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

I’m gonna turn this shit up loud, so loud, so loud

Wake up, pop a cap, rinse and repeat, turn up the beat

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Green and yellow turn again, let her go, back it up

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

If haters are like lions be a t rex eating them up before u get ate

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up