This is a song about "Sam and toby"

But i'm not worried

And kill yourself and your clique

Social conditioning and

Put the purp in the blunt

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

I call it speaking tongues

For the low that nine cheap

They laugh and scream and leap

Lady at the frank stand will

And inhospitable,

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

And then along came the wrong man for her

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

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed