This is a song about "Jim jam"

I know that bangers jam

This should be illegal man

That'll drive a man, out his ghetto into an unknown land, but i got into a jam

It was hard to quitstarted out drinkin’ forties moved to harder shitgoddamn, now i’ma grown man

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

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

The stand your ground laws, jim crow, just as racist,

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Met a man last night he said his name was jim.

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Jam out on your damn couch

This is your jam, unless you got toe jam

And they respect that, say that i'm real man