This is a song about "Turkey and dressing black girls grovestreet"

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Dumb girls doing it, and my shoe again,

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Self made coming soon

Step back to the dressing room

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Bed and my dick in yo girls ass

Hurl the pendent and send it to them girls/

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

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

She uses my nut like salad dressing

So many blessings while we stressing