This is a song about "Sam and bitche"

I'm more furious then serious sam

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

Cause they right down the street

They laugh and scream and leap

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Yeah come holla at your uncle

And inhospitable,

It's been a long time comin' cam

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

And don't ever (and don't ever)

She should have invited her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Not to give me stress and add to pressure