This is a song about "Going super motherfucking ham"

Because i've been living in the moment and it's just going super

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Hoppin' out a van

Im the motherfucking man

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Ham ma living in the 21st century

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I be goin' ham, shawty upgrade from baloney

You all niggas ain't even on my level

And i'm being motherfucking abnormal.

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Or spam try to get the cheese, while ham we holding weight