This is a song about "Turkey hill"

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

So see it ain't a mistake if i don't climb up this hill

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Hill in this bitch i emit you omit.

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Including fox hill and 27th street

Thats why u behind u still the right on the hill...

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

The way we blow that shit up, call it hamburger hill,

.......man whats a hill to a mountain,

My drive is like no one