This is a song about "Turn the volume up a little more"

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

Ima go until my arm's sore

So i give a little more.

Go to the house store, spend a little more, but fuck it

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

I'm about to re-killcock it in yo earresurrect and disappearbitch i'm bigger, you small

I'm a little tipsy right now, imma spill more, from the same city as millard fillmore

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man

So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

Turn the radio up and we can have a good time

So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man