This is a song about "Sam and bitches"

And bitches ain't compatible matter fact they impractical

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

This should be illegal man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

And if you looka all the bitches...

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Better rape some bitches and then

Then lost her faith again

Go! you free to go about your business

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

Of bad bitches and good tree

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Even uncle sam agrees.

So if you wanna leave