This is a song about "Turning into a werewolf"

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

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

This aint a gesture of negligence but i guess your turning to lecherous decadence

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Fuck this rap shit, i'll die for mine, motherfucker

In the mirror? i think im turning you into a lover.

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

What is society turning into?

Bitch, all my verses on this beat are all pen and pad, yeah i'm bold

Philosopher's stone made into the cylinder turning the rockets to gold,

Turning into a professional,

As i light one for ill will

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Into a world, with no order,