This is a song about "Calum turkey"

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

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

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

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

But this gon make us rich mr. reagan

Same shit you said yesterday

I'm cold on the cold turkey

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos