This is a song about "Turning 50"

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized

From the womb, my newborn child

They start turning psychotic

I'mma make it rain trick

Yo i'm turning back the time

Doctor said i was fine

You can see them at the bars, on the stools and turning.

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

But the cogs are turning, and

So dunn stay silent

Thinking of having a quick trip three, split me 50/50, lift me

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

Everybody wasted faded, faded

Quick turning into that cocky kid