This is a song about "Turkey and camp"

Don't want to be the king

And i'm dizzy and spinning

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

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

And remember what i said and

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

And the word most important

Grab the scissors and saws and

Enforce, i'm elegant and

They want me to concentrate in a camp