This is a song about "Pounded yam"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Murder by stand your ground, pounded 'em, there's evidence,

That's when you know you doing shit

Him, and motherfucking pounded

From the cage bein held pounded stored away till someone says somthin it

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

They rang the bell and pounded on the door