This is a song about "Turkey runs"

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

He rises runs the game while his cleats pry

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

Knew he was working for the fed's, same crime, different trials

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

So i pull the plug before it runs another bit

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

So while you worry about the hoes

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

He runs to her, to stop her screamin',

The government runs the shit, there's no game to play,

If i can leave this place, and just get away

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Synthesizer runs over this beat like starvin actors