This is a song about "Jazz slang"

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

I shoulda stayed ‘n maybe slang some shit,

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

We just talk alot of shit kick ass and use slang

E-v-i-l cant you see this is i-r-l, do i gotta spit some internet slang to get it threw to you

I'll hurt you tell the jury and file another lawsuit that my mind is bout to fall through

We made fun out of our jazz talks

I put these poems all in these songs

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

What can i say you gunna hate and use racial slang

Slang some lean and pills so i can pay the rent

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Raz, fuck jazz, this is rap, increase the bass/

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Couldn't hurt a fly, yet you talk all slang, your rap made up,