This is a song about "Chilling with sam"

Chilling with his homies high instead of caring for his kid,

Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Chilling out in the shade

I be giving work to the kids

3 homies chilling making classics

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Cause u know that this my jam

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

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Or chilling enjoying the green highlands

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Chilling with my mates but i dont give a fuck about rotations