This is a song about "Ham"

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

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

From the projects to the penthouse

Know i go ham lika brick house/

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

At home they comparin this situation to nam

A written to woo women or about to go ham

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Now i'm hungry: somebody get a ham sandwich,

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

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

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

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

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