This is a song about "Turkey"

I'm cold on the cold turkey

I’m tryna be low key

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

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

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

But knowing me i prolly never meetonly speak when a fan speak

He been waiting for his connection to come

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

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

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad