This is a song about "Nick sam alex luke"

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

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

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

Luke skywalker tried to force you off the side,

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

So drop the slam and let's get sick

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

Stalkin santa cause i could give a fuck for saint nick,

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

I'm so damn quick they you would rather stick to that boy nick

Nick will pop to with a pistol turn you into a crystal

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle