This is a song about "Sam bam"

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

If you fuck with them they'll kill you bam!/

Even uncle sam agrees.

Inferior, but i'm nice

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

Bam bitch! slam bitch! snap you like a toothpick.

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

Hard horned stab and jab like a ram slam bam damn

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

I launched a fist right at him, bim bim, bam, wham, slam,

Bam! too late! now its time for lunch.

Now you speaking my language