This is a song about "Sam and dean"

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

Cause there could never be peace

Even uncle sam agrees.

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Caged, and the wonder is seen

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

I'm so fuckin' southern i could be the son of paula dean,

To the old times when happiness was a dean

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream