This is a song about "Turning 50"

Get off a key like i can’t sing

To keep your flame burning, your world turning,

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

That's why i never claimed i was the best

50 blunts a day, that's my game, undeclared

But honestly it's just to keep their wheels turning

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

What is society turning into?

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

They start turning psychotic

Quick turning into that cocky kid

I can you straighten you out when we twisted

Have heads turning on the scene, -what-

A twenty somethin cup