This is a song about "My jam"

This is my original, my validation

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

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

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

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him