This is a song about "Turning"

U look so down why your turning blue

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Turning you bitches to splatter

And i ain't frontin for her

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

Turning into a professional,

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Well guess what i'm turning the page

With foreign names, valet the range

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

Yo i'm turning back the time

No turning back now/ got my team on my back now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

Realized it ain't for me now i'm turning on to rap