This is a song about "Turkey breast"

While it's beating my hand goes into your breast

That happen to act like a black president

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

But reality shows ain't real

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

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

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

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

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

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest