This is a song about "Turkey"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

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

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

I'm cold on the cold turkey

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

Sign a cdbut right now, does it look too shabby, t?look down can't even see my feet

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon