This is a song about "Jack turkey"

Don’t you be holding back

This is samurai jack

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Hopin' that my niggas see

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

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

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

The reality is i don't know jack

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

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!