This is a song about "Jelley and jam"

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man

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

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

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

This how i hear it different

Grab the scissors and saws and

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

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

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

The resin in this jam session, is spooning out the venom