This is a song about "Baked ham"

Put a little twist in her hips cause i'm watching

Gotta go ham, and i keep it popping

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

And corpses lay with storming rain on a morning day and i'm surely baked

Somebody call the butcher, i'm going ham in the booth/

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Crack skulls with a frying pan and cooked you up like eggs and ham

He looked up at me like i was crazy, i said listen man

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

That hot ham and you not damn, depressing statement

I'm raw off the meat rack, have a cow in a beef, i'm going ham,

To witness the realest shit that's ever been told to man

Bout to go ham, ya bish, shout out to kendrick

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Mind's like an oven, sometimes when i'm baked these thoughts it cooks