This is a song about "Cookie jam"

I'll throw you in a trashcan, dump it in a traffic jam,

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

Jam out on your damn couch

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

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

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

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

That'll drive a man, out his ghetto into an unknown land, but i got into a jam

My adversaries bleedbut fuck 'em all 'til the talk cease, fuckin' with a changed man

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

Eazy-e, the grand poppa of hip hop, his beats used to be the jam//

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can