This is a song about "Turkey sandwitch"

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

I'm cold on the cold turkey

While i'm making history

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree