This is a song about "Young turkey leg"

And if you ain't heard me properly

I'm cold on the cold turkey

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

Slap your ass with a chicken leg cut you like a saw

Gon feast on a leg of freshly shot veal

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

You can feel my dick on your leg five feet beside you,

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

Target spreading, aren't you heading arm and leg in

Chew off my leg and my motherfucker finger,

But i'm so committed, they have grown familiar