This is a song about "How much sam sucks"

About how much i can't be without you,

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

You other rappers think its about how much paper u stash

No matter how much good you do

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

You hang out where the pimps collide

But didn't know how much pride

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

No matter how much you suffer

I don’t know how much of my swag’s remain

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

I gotta question for you man

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

Don't worry bout a thang baby