This is a song about "Aids jam gas"

It's too turned going up like gas

You can't be wiping your ass

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

To be honest i'd rather just here and jam

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Act fact, hourglass, pedal to the floor, step on the gas

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

Ill wait! i'll jam... a fork in your ass like a slab of pork. out comes jam

O.x.y we in a jam/

Playboy, i don't own that man

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

While working on my mistakes