This is a song about "Turning down"

Yo i'm turning back the time

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

U look so down why your turning blue

With foreign names, valet the range

Well guess what i'm turning the page

And turning our people to light, through prisms

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Turning you bitches to splatter

"contemplate", i wrote about her

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

The last thing i need is you turning green

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Turning into a professional,

Ok just listen up a little