This is a song about "Sam colley"

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

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

So if i talk down to a man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

I'm more furious then serious sam

I gotta question for you man

When you're reachin' your dreams

Even uncle sam agrees.

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

What them tippers don't see

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

They infiltrate our homes, africa