This is a song about "African sam"

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Bitch spit the diss and switch to pistol, niggas who are african,

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

I'm more furious then serious sam

They talk say cool jew na the man

Even uncle sam agrees.

As much as i wanna leave

I was a spitting image of my african father/ parents from the

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Shit is over i'll drive over you in my rover damn, i'm the son of sam you vultures

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

The games new emir i run this shit like a african dictator

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper