This is a song about "King jam"

It's been a hell of a journey for me man

Wouldn't sell my soul to the devil for summer jam,

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man

Am i rapping with force or just making a slow jam

Y'know i am the king

I'm on the run, keep running

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

I'll throw you in a trashcan, dump it in a traffic jam,

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

Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man

Ill wait! i'll jam... a fork in your ass like a slab of pork. out comes jam

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

So here's a new program where you can get yo own jam

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

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