This is a song about "Slow jam"

To be honest i'd rather just here and jam

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

Wouldn't sell my soul to the devil for summer jam,

The resin in this jam session, is spooning out the venom

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Eazy-e, the grand poppa of hip hop, his beats used to be the jam//

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Let em stay alive and show the world that they can jam.

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

Yeah you can do it slow

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

This is your jam, unless you got toe jam

Put burners in the hands, of the black man