This is a song about "Turkey breast"

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

We share, don't wanna, cool i break, your breast, thighs, legs,

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

I do my best, puff out my chest, just like the girls with no breast,

Lashes on my chest, claw marks on my breast, my brain's set to rot.

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

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

I'm cold on the cold turkey

They say nothings ever free

The rest is in my mouth, including your girls breast

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed