This is a song about "When i turn 18"

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

There's a cut, turn around sit on the ground while i pound on your face with

I mean turn up the bass

Why probe our ass

Your "king dumb". and you're gonna wait like a pussy till i turn my back

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

When i turn left or right i see dead in the night, lying on the street they got cold feet,

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

Verse one: i remember when you could turn on the television

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

It's gonna fucking hurt kurt, when i turn you into cole-man

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how i feel

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal