This is a song about "Sam and dean"

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

I call it speaking tongues

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

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

Yea i'm missin some sleep

And kill yourself and your clique

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Why not me the same thing

Hey, must be the money

And a fridge and some broccoli