This is a song about "Jam"

So here's a new program where you can get yo own jam

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

Eazy-e, the grand poppa of hip hop, his beats used to be the jam//

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

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

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

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

This is your jam, unless you got toe jam

Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man

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

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

Am i rapping with force or just making a slow jam

It was hard to quitstarted out drinkin’ forties moved to harder shitgoddamn, now i’ma grown man

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