This is a song about "Turkey sandwitch"

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

I'm cold on the cold turkey

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

And all women who had light features, see

‘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!

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep