This is a song about "Turnt hp"

We turnt up in the studio late night

Over me the same peeps that have died

This summer gone be mine though

Im turnt up like a radio

Always tryna holla like a hp i shut em down

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

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