This is a song about "Turkey breast"

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

He been waiting for his connection to come

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

While it's beating my hand goes into your breast

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

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

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

To liberate yourself, africa

I don't gotta be here

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Sign a cdbut right now, does it look too shabby, t?look down can't even see my feet

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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