This is a song about "Turkey bacon"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

You can cut me up fry my ass like bacon i'll still survive

I say its gettin poppin, but whats poppin is the bacon

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

If you smellin bacon

I'm a son of gun

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

You ain't got enough, to heat the bottom of a pot of bacon grease

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

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