This is a song about "Baked ham"

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

I take it slow, get baked then say i'm never going home,

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

I don't wanna be fried or baked

And all women who had light features, see

Ham ma living in the 21st century

Going ham with the beef cooks, raw, killing rappers now,

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Took it easy they'll sit back and eat cheese and ham

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

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

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

I be goin' ham, shawty upgrade from baloney

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Put it on everything, history i'mma make

I'm here to wake up the people it seems you brains being baked