This is a song about "Turning up"

It's not making sense to you right now but

Have heads turning on the scene, -what-

You reflect in this heart of mine

Yo i'm turning back the time

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

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

Ain't recieved any mail

Turning up to that wale

My money is turning me green no wonder im called radioactive,

No tarot card reading; i'm foreseeing you niggas vanish

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

I figured out that it don't matter for real

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

Tossing and turning thinking its my fault

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford