This is a song about "Jelley and jam"

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

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

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

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

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

I fear no opponent

Grab the scissors and saws and

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

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

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

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man