This is a song about "Turnt hp"

Always tryna holla like a hp i shut em down

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

We turnt up in the studio late night

Im turnt up like a radio

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

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