This is a song about "Spam"

Summertime in the city

Not even a spam is stoppin me

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

That was beautiful man you breaths hot like spam