This is a song about "Hot jam music"

I know that bangers jam

Hoppin' out a van

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

That'll drive a man, out his ghetto into an unknown land, but i got into a jam

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

I thought i'd finish his ass at summer jam too

Ill wait! i'll jam... a fork in your ass like a slab of pork. out comes jam

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

Hard to make it in music/

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

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