This is a song about "Turky"

Sent her out on gurney sayin she wanna stick by me as i continue my journey,

You're gross like week-old chilled curry, i'm an ill turky.

Food in the kitchen was missing, the floor was chipping 'n' dirty

You're gross like week-old chilled curry, i'm an ill turky.

You're gross like week-old chilled curry, i'm an ill turky.

Didn't bring women to the building he lived in, it was stinking 'n' murky