This is a song about "Sam and dean"

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

But let me inspire someone who can

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Living young and wild and free

While i'm making history

Lets come up to my city

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

Credit card late fees

Even uncle sam agrees.

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

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers