This is a song about "Turn up on the weekends"

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Fascinated her, discriminated school boy

But she gon' throw it back like a quarterback option

Up in the sadie hawkins turn the punch to a concoction

Cause our weekends ain't the shit that the weeknd singin bout

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Turn the ignition on the opposition, call it demolition.

Turn the volume up a little bit more

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

Jump up in the whip then, turn it on, and blast the music,

We bout to set it off, turn the lights on,

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