This is a song about "Sam and dean"

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

What you talking about? lil man

Shit is over i'll drive over you in my rover damn, i'm the son of sam you vultures

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

I loved school at first, before i met the dean of the students

I'm more furious then serious sam

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

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

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Caged, and the wonder is seen