This is a song about "Turkey burger"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

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

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

I hear the people talking

Way out hand running to burger king

That's why i rhyme like a poet from a prior century

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Last time you had beef was when you went to burger kings

I'll be there in an instantwho am i to judge another brother, only on his cover

Wonder whether i should murder you like a burger cuz i'm smarter than a observer