This is a song about "Screwed out jam"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

My last girlfriend screwed me and left in a hurry

I jam all music from pearl jam, taylor swift, tupac and grateful dead

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Crystal-balling you... see you're harshly screwed up

One day that they're screwed by the companies, lock the nation,

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Im on the defending area and ur offense screwed

Jam out on your damn couch

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge