This is a song about "Turning 30"

And turning our people to light, through prisms

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

No reason to be around

Sack 30 feet in the ground.

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Yo i'm turning back the time

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

I'm going insane, ever since yesterday my stomach has been turning,

What is society turning into?

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

But honestly it's just to keep their wheels turning

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing