This is a song about "Sam burlison"

I'm why baby mamas leave

Even uncle sam agrees.

I'm more furious then serious sam

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

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

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Shit is over i'll drive over you in my rover damn, i'm the son of sam you vultures

This the land of the white man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

We like to party

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Our children must be taught, of africa