This is a song about "Turnt"

We turnt up in the studio late night

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

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

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

Im turnt up like a radio

People love hodgy i hate you though