This is a song about "Sam being high"

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

I like big butts and i cannot lie

Look i'm fly, super saiyen high

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Aint that why we get high,

Dreamin on a lullaby

Lift your eyebrow up high

When that thing gon fly

I’m being sarcastic,

Killing these niggas off quick