This is a song about "Toe jam"

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

I'll throw you in a trashcan, dump it in a traffic jam,

Jam out on your damn couch

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

Deal with defeat, they gotta toe

But now the dough like kaiser bro

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

Ill wait! i'll jam... a fork in your ass like a slab of pork. out comes jam

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

That reminds the blind to dress to the nines head to toe

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

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

I am just a man

O.x.y we in a jam/