This is a song about "Ham sandwhich"

A written to woo women or about to go ham

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

Took it easy they'll sit back and eat cheese and ham

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

Don't you know what knuckle sandwhich is, best that you get

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

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

That's why forever i love seldom and trust never

A verbal knuckle sandwhich, how bout a double decker

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Gotta go ham, and i keep it popping