This is a song about "Sam and sluts"

Where im from theres addicts, sluts, nd thugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

They talk say cool jew na the man

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Roast to dusk, i don't give two fucks like cloned celibate sluts

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

I'm running amok in a village of villians and sluts

I'm more furious then serious sam

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can

I asked the sluts who was better

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for