This is a song about "Turnt"

But now the dough like kaiser bro

Im turnt up like a radio

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

We turnt up in the studio late night

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right