This is a song about "Jelley and jam"

At home they comparin this situation to nam

To be honest i'd rather just here and jam

You gotta let these shits go, man

I know that bangers jam

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

Jam out on your damn couch

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

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

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

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