This is a song about "Sam chattin"

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

They say nothings ever free

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

They infiltrate our homes, africa

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

I'm more furious then serious sam

Playboy, i don't own that man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

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

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

It just started with chattin now i'm ridin her like she galloped