This is a song about "Ham sandwiches"

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

That hot ham and you not damn, depressing statement

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

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

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

Crack skulls with a frying pan and cooked you up like eggs and ham

A proper introduction is necessary when your shit is legendary, man

No dedication, they argue it's because schools don't teach creation, ken ham

And all women who had light features, see

I be goin' ham, shawty upgrade from baloney

It was hard to quitstarted out drinkin’ forties moved to harder shitgoddamn, now i’ma grown man

I'm recording a rap that is hateful just me being angry and just going ham.

So call alica keys, cause #no #one is going to stop me from going ham on the universe/

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth