This is a song about "Pearl jam"

I pearl harbored the beat

Nightmare on any street

Am i rapping with force or just making a slow jam

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

Both: this the perfect plan

I know that bangers jam

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

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

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

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

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

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

To be honest i'd rather just here and jam

The insurance world beame your pearl

I hope you not rattin' out to get on girl