This is a song about "Calum turkey"

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

And i need my turkey gravy and i need my kitty cat

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

Or else compete as i swallow and eat you like a turkey meat... bonne petite!

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey?

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes