This is a song about "My names not turkey der key"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I'm low-key but my skill is still seen like a memory

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Rain from my game reign, all i see are lame names,

My real names grim but you can call me reaper,

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

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

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

It'll have you yelling names the bible tells you not to say

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Eatin' all the rappers, got their names on my plate

Not whether you can shot a key,

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t