This is a song about "Turkey breast"

There's much more to life than just poverty

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

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

Tryin' do right by you got me here

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

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

But knowing me i prolly never meetonly speak when a fan speak

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

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

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

Our children must be taught, of africa

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