This is a song about "Turning down"

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

But honestly it's just to keep their wheels turning

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Realized it ain't for me now i'm turning on to rap

Turning up to that wale

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

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

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Have heads turning on the scene, -what-

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

While all my niggas was out getting gunned down or turning into convicts

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

They start turning psychotic

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real