This is a song about "Slam dunk"

Used to call me the african don dada

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

United we slam, here comes the people with the rough shit

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Hears the door slam, now they're all alone

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

And this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual

I launched a fist right at him, bim bim, bam, wham, slam,

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Bam bitch! slam bitch! snap you like a toothpick.