This is a song about "Turkey breast"

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

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

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

While it's beating my hand goes into your breast

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

So the stress aches,all across my breast plate,but im in the best place you could want to be

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see