This is a song about "Bitches weed pussy sam haze fanny rizzla macten"

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Playboy, i don't own that man

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

After i spark up the haze,

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Flow's lazy, maybe 'cause i'm blowing potent haze

Dealers still hit me up, "i've got some haze

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Even uncle sam agrees.

I'm why baby mamas leave

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

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