This is a song about "Turkey breast"

Our nation have to bow, africa

How you gonna breast feed me mom? (wah!)

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

While it's beating my hand goes into your breast

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

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

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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

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

Got the seven on me like vick jersey