This is a song about "A fuck boy called sam"

Boy get off your so called little lady,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Go fuck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

Clap two times if you drunk

A strong word called investment

Boy what the fuck, not again, naah, no, not the fuck, fuck a rucus, suck a bus

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

I'm more furious then serious sam

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

Okay son be a good boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

On how when you turned a fuck boy and the same day i turned celibate

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit