This is a song about "Turkey"

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Or else compete as i swallow and eat you like a turkey meat... bonne petite!

I'm cold on the cold turkey

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

Lyrical assult, they charge me without the battery

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

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos