This is a song about "Travelling to turkey"

Intellectually there's a place to go to

So anything do is everything to you

To convince you to buy

Don't ask me why

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Killing people to get to yourself to heaven?

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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

To reality and to the facts

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

To even try, afraid to..

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see