This is a song about "Turnt up niggah"

Its ironic the way we broke up she sucked a niggah the hard way

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Lights coming up, night coming up,

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up too fast

What, what ... project shit what

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block

Just a new niggah tryna get the groove of things

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

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