This is a song about "Turkey thugs"

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Parking lot of the blue flame

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

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

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Could become somethin’ great, but would rather beat thugs,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts