This is a song about "Crushing sam"

Playboy, i don't own that man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

I'm more furious then serious sam

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

I’m tryna be low key

Lights please, lights please

Even uncle sam agrees.

Crushing the old school artists like boulders

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

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

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Delivering a crushing blow, have you gushing from places you didnt know.