This is a song about "Clean diss track about sam"

Yeah, the sex in the sack

But time to get on track

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

I'm about to track you down like a bloodhound, cunt

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

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

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Rapping so fast/smacking this track

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

Spit a poem or a diss

The tables are turned i can't take this

After i moved i was never fully clean

I get paper like i a mail box, seen