This is a song about "Turnin"

Her man face turnin green like his name was ralph nader

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

They want fun and the fame, when underground rapper are turnin thr tab-les.

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Song is turnin into one long poem.

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Or you're just turnin' around when it's not green?

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

And runnin' with specific crews, turnin' blue? shit's a clue

Cant get rid of you like cockroaches, my stomach's turnin'.

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

Turnin up that radio

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Turnin on my tv my favorite show was on