This is a song about "Turkey thugs"

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I don't give a fuck whether or not you hang with thugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

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

Tellin em what you thugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that