This is a song about "Sam being high"

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I believed in a higher being.

Fuck being counterfeit

Contributing the real shit

I wonder why, i sit and cry

You know every night i'm high

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Cause when i'm flying sky high,

Dump that bitch in the sly