This is a song about "Travelling to turkey"

Had to change his name from anto to mark to nothing

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Now you have to bury me to!

And word i blew off herb i grew

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

Took me a while just to write those

To complain to him or her

All prada, flow is all water

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

There soul to satan to make millions whats it to

To even try, afraid to..

Love is gonna get you

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

Intellectually there's a place to go to

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you