This is a song about "Slam dunk"

Using all my will power to prevent the urge to slam you in the cement

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

I spun the bottle, only to slam the throttle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

Put a rapper in his place and slam my car hood down,on his skull,

You'll never make peace when i slam it, peace leaves ya,

To liberate yourselves, africa

Life's about decisions man

Bases full, i grand slam/

And i clam up {*wham*} i just slam shut

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Through the microphone, max alone, hold the throne, slam ya,

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha