This is a song about "Turkey breast"

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

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

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

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

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

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

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

The rest is in my mouth, including your girls breast

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

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

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