This is a song about "Turkey"

Men lie. women lie. numbers won't forsaken

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

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

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

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

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

I’m tryna be low key

I'm cold on the cold turkey

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

Got the seven on me like vick jersey

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes