This is a song about "Hot jam music"

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

I had to fight back and shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Am i rapping with force or just making a slow jam

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

I spend it make it right back on a monday

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

I jam all music from pearl jam, taylor swift, tupac and grateful dead

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip