This is a song about "How much sam sucks"

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Because no matter how much i think

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

You other rappers think its about how much paper u stash

How much i stabbed and press.

Yes sir, please confess

Look, we gone have some fun tonight

But didn't know how much pride

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Playboy, i don't own that man

Cant stress on how much i love this stuff.

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

When you gonna learn how much money we’ve earned

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

Cause all i want is you, baby