This is a song about "Mike fucked sam"

You gotta let these shits go, man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

They infiltrate our homes, africa

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

And you're, approaching me right

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

Killing this rap game, i'm great like mike.

When i'm down and out, i get up and right

And now that i’m getting money

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

Or a mike to speak with the masses

And panned out, i'm all in love