This is a song about "Maths jam"

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

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

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

Am i rapping with force or just making a slow jam

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

He didn't understand the maths just the basics,

Jam out on your damn couch

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

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

Now you gotta understand i was a family man

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Finna get a swisher and fill it with at least a gram

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