This is a song about "Jam"

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

Shit's a traffic jam, and we bomb pakistan with gats in hand,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Let em stay alive and show the world that they can jam.

Now you gotta understand i was a family man

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

Wouldn't sell my soul to the devil for summer jam,

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

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

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

I want to feel her in every way

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

Faxed a train, and killed a jam, cracks unchained a skilled lamb,

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man