This is a song about "Sam browne"

Even uncle sam agrees.

I'm why baby mommas leave

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

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

Pushing in my mama van

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Our nation have to bow, africa

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

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

I'm more furious then serious sam