This is a song about "Sam and dean"

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

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

And a fridge and some broccoli

To liberate yourself, africa

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

And remember what i said and

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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