This is a song about "Miss sam"

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Disappoint lyrically they miss the point

God i miss her so much

So y'all can cope n' touch

Your raps would just miss me

I be gettin' money

Kissy kissy did you miss me

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

Miss "you" miss cues and misuse one's menu

Make daddy proud: i love every one of you

She said she's never had a man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I miss the way she walk and talk and i really miss her laughter/

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw