This is a song about "Turning up"

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Tossing and turning thinking its my fault

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

No turning back now/ got my team on my back now

U look so down why your turning blue

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

A shelter he can call home when there's no turning back

Well guess what i'm turning the page

Said her hearts, in a cage

I wish i’ll never see you again

No ball caps, when im turning back to them