This is a song about "Turkey and swiss"

But we be having that jersey

I'm cold on the cold turkey

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

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep

Modu, he's ready for whatever

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Hey 'mac... "a swiss cheese is a gunner, i'll show why..."

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Social conditioning and

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,