This is a song about "Biscuits and jam"

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

I jam all music from pearl jam, taylor swift, tupac and grateful dead

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Wouldn't sell my soul to the devil for summer jam,

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Faxed a train, and killed a jam, cracks unchained a skilled lamb,

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn