This is a song about "Turnt hp"

We turnt up in the studio late night

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

Always tryna holla like a hp i shut em down

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Im turnt up like a radio

At this love thing toe to toe

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

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