This is a song about "Turning into a werewolf"

Or a peek into reality

Let me rideuntil i get free

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Rumple paper into a bundle,

Step out into a million fans,

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

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

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

Listen to every word that i slur

Into a world, with no order,

You already reached your peak, your slowly turning into an antique,

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

What is society turning into?

And people call me a user, but i want you

Quick turning into that cocky kid

Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted