This is a song about "Turn up the music turn down the drama"

So much class, double d’s and ass

I mean turn up the bass

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

Your own physical, superficial not spiritual

Breath its cold well let me turn up the dial,

Everybody outside on the porch,radio blasting neighbors telling us to turn it down

That i was thinkin' about writin' about, but my stream of thoughts crowded around

So what we turn up, you know we the realest g's

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

I said i'm hurting her

Watch as i turn up the heater/

Turn it up in the key hole, grab the mac, defeat foes,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

You bout to get the worst of me after i turn up,