This is a song about "Sam and d3an"

Knees dug deep into the pavement

And remember what i said and

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

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

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

This the land of the white man

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

I'm more furious then serious sam

G5, clearport, say hello to the man

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

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

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

And kill yourself and your clique

And a fridge and some broccoli

Must be something you want me to see