This is a song about "Ham"

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

I go in i go hard i go ham, i don't stop

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Know i go ham lika brick house/

Gotta go ham, and i keep it popping

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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

Serious, you're delirious if you think you're goin ham like in the cafeterias

So i gotta take itya never know when it's all gonna happentha rappen or tha drugs

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

That hot ham and you not damn, depressing statement

I'm raw off the meat rack, have a cow in a beef, i'm going ham,

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