This is a song about "Your a turky"

Your a horse without a saddle

Lady at the frank stand will

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Life has put her to the test

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

Chasing them checks, nike work

Because your a sick bastard

Your in a pile of dirt

The concept is so absurd

A picture in your mind

This is to my unborn child

Your not a thug but your a bitch

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

Look, what it look like

Your body with a spike