This is a song about "Turnt"

I'm on a killing spree, can no one stop me, so turnt like a slave that got out yelling

Chasing him, his asthma's flaringsmoking like a chimney, on remy, of course he not caring

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

We turnt up in the studio late night

Im turnt up like a radio

You got that indie glow