This is a song about "Century sam"

Even uncle sam agrees.

I'm sharper than shark teeth

I plug my usb cable right in, hundred percent in a century

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

I'm to of a hickory to make my victory a memory, or unknown like the past century,

You know, it's like i'm livin just to diei fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if i'm worthy

Isn't it ironic when i label 21st century songs vomit,

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

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

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

You gotta understand man