This is a song about "Roasted turkey"

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

Me and my microphone could be one

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

I'm a poet, a genius with words, prepare to get roasted/

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

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

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free