This is a song about "How much sam sucks"

But let me inspire someone who can

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

How much potential i have, it's confirming/

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

About how much i can't be without you,

Uhh, i woke up and screamed, fuck the world

When you gonna learn how much money we’ve earned

How much i stabbed and press.

Baby i’mma mess, mess

You other rappers think its about how much paper u stash

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

I'm more furious then serious sam

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan