This is a song about "Turning on a vacuum while watching some shows"

Got in more trouble as i got up that age

Because i'm turning over a new page,

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Battle champs just shows the latest, man i'm on a trail to greatness

I sit on the stage, no rows at my shows, i live in a cage,

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

That i'm grinding on some lining while everyone still singing

You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling

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

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

Peeps, i'm airing a vacuum commercial

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

I sense some censorship while your dwelling on sentences

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love