This is a song about "Mr sam rap song"

'til it's like a mile long

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song

So now i say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone

I gotta question for you man

I'm more furious then serious sam

Fuck a rap, write a song, im fed

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Shouts to mr rizzo

This summer gone be mine though

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Days before my generation uno dungeon family mr