This is a song about "How sexy sam is"

So if you wanna leave

Even uncle sam agrees.

Go back to your toys, y'all ain't sexy.

Once as a slave who imagined being free

About how your life is passing.

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

I guess that's how it is,

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Mirror mirror, tell me how it is

The sun gives light cause it is the window

How is your heartbeat?/ oh oh whoa whoa/

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

It's amazing how how someone so self-centered is respected

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick