This is a song about "Turkey wings"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

Carolina where i made it from

And i don't need wings to know freedom/

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

Tethered strings are severed quick that've held all my feather wings

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

And when i die, i won’t forget i had my wings

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

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

As i seenobody cares about my history

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

But i broke her wings and knees

But in the meantime it's lights please