This is a song about "Turkey runs"

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

It's inherited, it's runs in the family

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

He rises runs the game while his cleats pry

New york runs the rap game, can't tell the best?

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Then runs outside its nine past 12 he runs into the street a car hits him and he

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

He runs to her, to stop her screamin',

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him