This is a song about "Slam"

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

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

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man

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

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

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

Or knock it off, slam on the floor

You ain't gotta worry no more

His life is always going slam

This the land of the white man

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

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Our history that they stole, africa

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

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

I hit that pipebomb with a slam and im talking free