This is a song about "Turn up with que bj trae"

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

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

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Are you hearing me right turn the sound up on the microphone

Leave with my integrity turn it off

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Pay dues like a hair salon

Burning up,turn the fan on/

You ain't a no king , ma raps will leave u conflicted, hoe you're so retard to learn

A cynical state of mind, untypical words with sophistical meaning, mystical turn/

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit,