This is a song about "Sam cox"

Is written in our souls, africa

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

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

Fuck that now trying get the money

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Life's about decisions man

I'm more furious then serious sam

Visible meaning that my spot will be unsinkable.every verse lay is a miracle,

After all the cocks you gargled, we'll let you off with a discount, cox bundle.

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