This is a song about "Turning 50"

She prefer the dutty wine

Yo i'm turning back the time

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Rarely seein, barely breathin turning purple,

Ain't recieved any mail

Turning up to that wale

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized

But i just wanna make love to your mind

Tossing and turning thinking its my fault

Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Because i'm turning over a new page,

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

But the cogs are turning, and