This is a song about "Jack turkey"

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

But failure's not an option, jack

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Can't find her she absent i'm driving while she jack it

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Lights will flash, cars will crash

And sipping the jack they pass

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

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

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep