This is a song about "How shit sam is"

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

Back then, this rap shit, i had it figured out, (how?)

Guess how big my dick is

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

But how you gonna talk shit when all i have is sold out shows

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

How could u take on anybody, ur shit is fuckin weak

Iverson was cool, but i supported victor page

Imma show you how this shit is done in 5th

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

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

I'm more furious then serious sam

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn