This is a song about "Turkey runs"

He rises runs the game while his cleats pry

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Like a fuckin pussy, runs away from a lecture

Now he loads gats and runs with the sick crews with rifles,

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

Where god at? i need to call him

He runs to her, to stop her screamin',

And it runs up though their brains and relaxes in their dome,

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free