This is a song about "Turn uo"

Turn up we gettin louder

I am much better

Is a space that now you hold

Before you turn too cold

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

I turn into a beast, i turn the booth to a shack,

It's my turn to phrase a turn of phrase and turn a purple haze

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

To whom it may concern

No matter where you turn

Ill be forced to turn vicious

But you hate them navel kisses

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Please put that in your notes

I quit, i will turn hateful

Standin on a table