This is a song about "Turnt"

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Im turnt up like a radio

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

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

We turnt up in the studio late night

This is everything that we call hype