This is a song about "Jab clan"

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

I snap back like the plastic man from the fantastic clan,

I'm breathing lines and hooks that jab like boxer,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Shaolin finger jab, stab the man running

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

Hard horned stab and jab like a ram slam bam damn

Real niggas never hate another man

Your clan with power and then an instrument,

Secret society all we ask is trust