This is a song about "Young turkey leg"

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

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

Left leg paradox, oxymoron the right, guess i'm a cripple

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

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

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Nobody ain't own us yet

Shrapnel and shard in my leg

And a car with no backseat and some leg room

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Gon feast on a leg of freshly shot veal

I figured out that it don't matter for real

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich