This is a song about "Jelley and jam"

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

I could think of a couple positions for you

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Jam out on your damn couch

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

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

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

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

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

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

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

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

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man