This is a song about "Big slam"

I slam my door shut and go back to sleep

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Through the microphone, max alone, hold the throne, slam ya,

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

How beautiful are thou, africa

You'll never make peace when i slam it, peace leaves ya,

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

His life is always going slam

I launched a fist right at him, bim bim, bam, wham, slam,

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I hit that pipebomb with a slam and im talking free

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Using all my will power to prevent the urge to slam you in the cement

These wussies pretending to stand big

So drop the slam and let's get sick