This is a song about "Sam adams"

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

But i think i like that, just maybe

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

How beautiful are thou, africa

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

I'm more furious then serious sam

She said she's never had a man