This is a song about "Self ham"

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

Relying only on self

Some thing i keep to my self

Wish i could shed all these tears

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

That hot ham and you not damn, depressing statement

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Call yourself a self made millionaire

Self call it heroism

So now she picks up the gun

Now i'm hungry: somebody get a ham sandwich,

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

Gotta go ham, and i keep it popping

120 in the ghost take my bitch shopping