This is a song about "My baby sam"

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

Baby you got my heart feelin constricted

Baby girl, tell me how my nature feels

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

My doctor wouldn't believe i was a baby

But showed up cause i ain't fuckin' lazy

I'm more furious then serious sam

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

I made her my baby mama

My all gold rolly or the

Rollin' with my baby

They say nothings ever free

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

In my brain, but at least baby girl's not in pain.

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried