This is a song about "Turkey jerky"

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

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

Rest in pieces chief keef, eating beef and jerky,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

On my meat as we eat beef jerky

I'm cold on the cold turkey

And if you ain't heard me properly

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

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

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet