This is a song about "Turning 30"

To keep your flame burning, your world turning,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Lord forbid, for the good kid

They start turning psychotic

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

U look so down why your turning blue

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Well guess what i'm turning the page

You redundant, you never ever change

A twenty somethin cup

Have heads turning on the scene, -what-

Turning into a professional,

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Tossing and turning thinking its my fault