This is a song about "Sam dalby"

Oops, i'm so sorry

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

I'm why baby mommas leave

Even uncle sam agrees.

I'm more furious then serious sam

It's been a hell of a journey for me man

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

To liberate yourselves, africa

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

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

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

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/