This is a song about "A nigga named sam"

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

There used to be a guy named undertaker

You say you got a nigga

To liberate yourself, africa

Found a man, named stan, but he knocked me out with a can,

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

If a nigga come up on a nigga with the nine,

But you must sell a tall tale of a dell and a florist named nel

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

I put that shit on my man