This is a song about "Spam"

Dozen try to beat me, i treat em' like spam/

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Or spam try to get the cheese, while ham we holding weight

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

That was beautiful man you breaths hot like spam

Not even a spam is stoppin me

Third ward general, young cash money