This is a song about "African sam"

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

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

I'm more furious then serious sam

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

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

Our children must be taught, of africa

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

Bitch, they call it motor city