This is a song about "Sam"

Even uncle sam agrees.

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

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

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

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

I'm more furious then serious sam

So if i talk down to a man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

I reel them in, goadomes on see

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